A squirrel spent some time in the fruitless mulberry tree this afternoon, running up and down the trunk and back and forth along the branches, peeking out from clumps of leaves. It always pleases me to see how easily squirrels manage to keep themselves entertained. They are the cats of the rodent world.
YouTube discovery: Bottleneck guitar player Sylvester Weaver's Guitar Rag, recorded 1923. I find Weaver's recordings highly appropriate to summer's heat.
The sky has turned to color of orange sherbet. Maybe it will turn the color of persimmon before going dark. Mmm, persimmons.