I have a side porch that’s pretty nice these evenings. It’s on the edge of a wild unweeded jungle but I find I can ignore that pretty easily on nights like this. (I think this vine gets me. Lovely loopy thing.)
In a few weeks when the shooting star nights start I’ll try to find a night when I can curl up out there with a blanket and look at the sky. Sometimes tiny bats will swoop down low so that you can hear them even if you can’t see. I love bats. When they’re out there. (Click that green writing to read about when they aren’t.)
But for now it’s so hot and sunny it will turn a black cat brown. Have a thought for those stuck in fur coats when the temperature rises.
