Here in our neck of the woods, it's as "hot as a firecracker on the Fourth of July." Millie and I are now kicking up dust on the trails, and watering plants every day. In an effort to stay cool, it seems that Millie digs a little deeper each day, like a barnyard fowl, amongst the bushes and flowers.
Despite the heat, there's still a lot of pretty things in the garden. The poppies continue to delight me even though they last for only a day. The Nasturtiums are showing off some pretty colors. The reds are my favorites. If a red more beautiful than the Nasturtium Red exists, I don't know of it. The bee balm, also in a lovely red, is just beginning to bloom, which should please a lot of garden critters as well as the hummingbirds.
The summer tanager had not been seen for several days, so I was getting concerned. Hawks of different kinds regularly patrol these skies, so life is tenuous, at best, for those so vulnerable. But, not to worry, this morning he showed up on his favorite garden post where I was working. He seemed to be in a hurry and stayed just long enough to sing one short, sweet song. He looked a bit haggard and bedraggled in appearance, so I am thinking his parental responsibilities are taking a toll on him, or perhaps it is just the heat. He definitely seeks me out, for he always alights on a post nearest to me. As I have said before, I feel humbled that he would do that.