The birds are out in large numbers again, and from the shady spots under bushes I hear crickets chirping. The crickets ought to be quiet until the birds have gone to bed, if they know what's good for them— the not good in this case being the innards of a bird.
It is only a matter of days— maybe even hours— before the jasmine blooms. It got a good irrigating this afternoon, too. The buds are numerous, and I can hardly wait for them to open and release the scent of late spring. Perhaps the first whiffs of perfume will emerge during the eclipse tomorrow evening. That would be perfect timing.
