We’re promised a hot dry summer here on the west coast of British Columbia and I believe it. Almost no rain for the whole month of May, plants three weeks ahead of themselves, the tomato vines laden with blossom. I think of W.G. Sebald’s enigmatic poem, “Barometer Reading”, with its beautiful opening lines:
Nothing can be inferred
from the forecasts
Tree frogs
are ignoring their ladders…
Here’s yesterday’s tree frog, climbing the railings to settle among the honeysuckle:
And a further prediction of the hot summer to come — an abundance of the northern alligator lizards, basking on rocks, scuttling from woodshed to cool border, and even mating on top of the old kindling pile (it lasted hours!):
Good lord – you sure do see some interesting things in your neck of the woods!
I love their faces!