There will be a bit of jasmine left for the solstice, but I'm becoming doubtful that there will be any left by the time of my journal anniversary, which isn't until the 28th. Yesterday's rain might lead to a few new blossoms, but the upcoming hot days will probably wipe out most of the remainder of those that have already bloomed. At least two thirds of them have already died. I might be able to force a few more to grow if I water the plant enough, but I'm not sure I want to do that, given the price of water now. It seems unlikely that there will be any more rain, and if there is it will probably arrive to late to stimulate new growth by the 28th.
But today was nice anyway, and the feral cats and I have all enjoyed it tremendously. So did all the flying insects who came buzzing around, and the birds who twittered and chirped all afternoon, and the aphids who chomped on my rose bushes... hey, wait. Oh, well, I guess I can forgive them for now. But they'd better watch out next week when the heat puts me into a foul, vengeful mood.