High Temperature: 91F Low Temperature: 69F Sunrise: 6:11 am Sunset: 8:42 pm Humidity: 38% Wind: sse 13 mph Chance of Rain: 10%
Between the strong southerly winds and the blazing sun, the landscape has dried to a crisp. The ground is brittle, the grass crunches. The pastures have taken on the brown and beige colors they will wear through the winter, with just small patches here and there of dull green. Gone are the flowers of the hairy vetch, the purple spiderworts. The ponderous heads of the arrowleaf clover stand erect, but the petals have turned from white to burnt umber. It will be summer in a few days.
Bird report: I disturbed a wren that had created a snug ball of a nest in a discarded plastic plant pot. Couldn't tell if there were eggs in there, but I would bet there are. The nest is level with Willa's curious snout, so we've put a wide wire cage around it to keep her out.