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[May. 11th, 2013|10:42 pm]
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Warm nights have brought out the crane flies. A few have gotten into the house already, and I've had to open the screens to let them out. In the evening, the feral cats like to chase them, performing an athletic cat ballet on the back lawn, but they seldom catch the elusive insects. They have better luck with the moths and with the various crawling creatures. The moths they eat, the crawling things usually just get batted about for a while and then are let go.
These hot days are rapidly turning the grass brown. Given the extravagant increase in my basic water rate, I'm very reluctant to try keeping even the back lawn green this year, especially as the hot season has begun so early. The lupines, which last year flowered clear into June, have already lost most of their blossoms and are beginning to die back. The greatest number of poppies I've seen blooming at once is a mere seven. A couple of years ago I had well over a hundred, and last year about sixty. At least the jasmine appears to be doing well. Though only a small portion of its blossoms are open yet, the fragrance is noticeable, however faintly.
Heat has not yet dried out the frog puddles. I still hear croaking in the nearby dells, though less than I heard even last night. Last night the frogs had competition from the renters next door, who had a party that lasted well past midnight. The sound of drunken revelry did not please the cats, but it made me a bit nostalgic for my misspent youth (and middle age), and I do enjoy a bit of nostalgia now and then. I hope the partying isn't going to be too frequent, though. That would bring too much nostalgia, and I find the excess of nostalgia a bit depressing.
I was going to bake some macaroni for dinner, but the house is still way too hot to have the oven going. I need to use up the milk that was to go into it, though, so maybe I'll make some chocolate milk and a bowl of oatmeal. I'm not especially hungry anyway. |
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