The weather app kept promising rain, which never truly arrived. The fans on at full blast, the two cats draped on the countertops to cool their bellies, the drapes drawn. Lunch was ice cream, dinner was yogurt.
Even as I type the hummingbird visits the salvia which is full flower, as is the jasmine. The roses are bravely putting out a second flush of blooms.
And the little baby mourning dove came back for a long visit, opening and closing her mouth, in memory, perhaps, of being fed by her parents not so long ago. Her head is small for her body. Perhaps she will return to nest in a few years.