Indian Summer

It was so very hot yesterday that last night we sat outside reading on the deck until past nine, and this morning I watered early as it will be over 100 degrees. Everything slows down, we eat only salads, and apart from a foray into town to bank and make a delivery I avoid going inland.

Sitting outside like that for a long time is quite different from our usual in and out. There were little children playing on Charlie's dock and their laughter sounded very sweet. There were few birds apart from some avocets, the water was high and still and there was no breeze at all. I thought of the ancient mariner while we ate melon, and grapes from our own vine, and this morning, figs.