Sunday was stunning for the first full day of summer. It was a long stretch of coffee and reading and a bit of computer work as the morning proceeded, in the camp chairs out on the driveway. I made reasonable efforts with the ongoing yard projects (including initial installation of eight out of 16 sprinkler heads!) and was happy to put roasted salmon and roasted broccoli on the dinner plates that night. It was a fine day.
Now that summer has officially begun, as of this past Saturday, I can stop and marvel at how this month of June seems to be proceeding, which is proving to be rather a balance of gorgeous and amazing days and no small number of wet ones. Given how awful the mosquitos and flies were the last couple of summers, it was interesting to note that neither has been much on the scene just yet. Last week granted me the privilege of seeing the first goldfinch of the season, unable to compete with the teeming crowds of other birds at the front feeders. I also spied—briefly!—a hummingbird, attracted by the bee balm my sister had given me a few years ago. Lightning bugs showed up a couple of weeks ago. The daylilies are still bursting with beauty. The petunias in the planters are growing and glowing and spreading. The clarion call of official summer burst forth late afternoon on Sunday: the first cicada with its glorious song. Although I am still pretty dedicated to my yard labors thus far, I do dread when the heat and humidity of the real summer overwhelm me. As of this moment, though? Life's pretty darned good in the mini-universe of the Roediger House.
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