High Temperature: 93F
The day began with mist on the ground and a just-past-full moon in the sky. I went out wearing my flip-flops into the wet grass to photograph the fragile ribbon of moisture before the sun burned it away; and before the quickly bluing sky faded out the moon completely.
So much for that brief semi-cool interlude. We are being baked, broiled, and fried by a June that thinks it's July. I'm already wondering if I can water my kitchen herb garden enough to keep it alive, let alone thriving. On the other hand, we've entered the season when the days stretch out and I have time for everything. How could I not with 14:26 hours with which to work?
Tadpole update: The pool has turned a disgusting and disturbing shade of pea soup. Swamp water. Every afternoon a fine scum of acidic green blooms on the surface. I scoop it up and refresh the water. The tadpoles don't seem to be affected and perhaps they like the murk and rotting plant debris. However, they don't seem to be growing. At all. No little legs, no little arms. Just tails. Perhaps it is a case of "failure to launch." They enjoy their home so much they plan on never leaving...