8:30 Tuesday morning. July 5, 2016. 77 degrees already. Coffee in the park. Off the beaten path in a lot not visited much, judging by weeds and grass pushing up through the pavement.
Parked at the bottom of a hill next to a stand of tall yellow grass still drooping from overnight rain and long-stemmed blue flowers. Forget-me-nots? Note to self: stop going places without your guide books.
Looking out on an old fieldstone farmhouse and beyond it down a sloping field of green and yellow then a rise up to lines of lush-leaved trees.
Windows open. Crickets insistent and incessant. Birds less voluble but not quiet. Can't be sure if I'm listening to a towhee---drink your tea---or a blackbird---oke a leee. Most likely blackbirds, considering towhees like woods and the woods are a ways off and redwing blackbirds like wetlands and there are marshy spots in the field.
One very little bird, sparrow sized but gray, silent as it takes a bath in a nearby puddle. Splashing with flutters of its wings.
Overcast with a light breeze but muggy. 77 degrees. Supposed to rain on and off all day.
But the clouds are on the move and when they thin now and then the sun burns through..
And you can feel the heat building. Day might turn into a scorcher instead.
That's the weather report from here. How is it where you are?