As I suspected, the cherry crop is small this year, due to the small number of bees. Those cherries that did grow are very good, though. I like to pick a handful of them in the evening, as a snack while I sit in the yard watching the day fade. Each day there have been fewer clouds until, today, the bright blue orb of sky was empty, its void broken only by the tops of the pine trees. Tonight, as it darkens, it will be marked briefly by the thin rind of the new moon. Too, the wind has died down, and only the slightest of vagrant breezes will, now and then, stir the leaves.
The fire south of town the other day burned 2000 acres of brush, and no buildings. It is early in the season for such a large fire, but the rainy season ended early as well. The streams running through town are already reduced to the sluggish rills that they usually become only late in July or early in August. A long summer ahead, and further desiccation to come.