The leaves of the drought-resistant native manzanita retain their blue-green color, but the exotic Mediterranean plants are the color of straw. Their seed pods will soon be popping open. I might go listen to them some afternoon, if the fit takes me and I venture out into the appalling heat. For now, I'm intending to stay in the house as much as possible while the Hellish star passes overhead. Every town in the valley broke 100 degrees yesterday. It is only slightly less infernal here in the mountains. Worse is coming. Well, I was looking forward to iced tea weather, and I've certainly got it. I've gotten more than I expected. It's time to start looking forward to hot chocolate weather.
Sometime in the last hour, my spider vanished again while I wasn't looking. I'm beginning to suspect it of having a dual identity, or it may have a time share in some other part of the house, or it may be off consorting with arachnid criminals. I hope it doesn't know my check card PIN.