I see that the oak leaves are already darkening toward their midsummer ripeness. All through the season, they grow darker and tougher. The new walnuts are growing darker, too, but are still paler than the leaves. The handful of peaches produced by the small tree in the front yard have been harvested, a month ahead of their usual time. Everything bloomed and ripened prematurely this year. I'm wondering if autumn will come early, too, or if the summer will stretch itself out into October, as it sometimes does. The days feel like August to me, so I'm growing impatient for rain.
Another nap for Sluggo, more cloud watching for me.
