May 30th, 2010


That Time Of Year

The sun is setting and the windows are still open. The attic is packed with heat, so the furnace probably won't be on at all tonight. Summer is breathing down our necks. Now that the rain has gone I have to remember to start watering the plants or they'll soon be brown. Portia is reacting to the heat, too. She's started to do some serious shedding. At the moment she's playing with a bit of her own dislodged fur on the floor. Soon I'll have to be collecting bits of it from everywhere. Autumn is for raking leaves and summer is for vacuuming cat hair.

But the evenings of summer, or near summer, are also for watching the stars come out and listening to the last chirps of the birds and the first chirps of the crickets. I'll do that now. Maybe I'll water the jasmine, too. It ought to bloom any night now. Then the season will be accomplished.

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