Brisk, from the south.

The town is filling up for the big weekend. The Toppers are here and already shooting fireworks. Peace and quiet and natural tranquility are on hold for a few days. But how can you shoot off fireworks when there is a fire ban?

Cut the grass today, or as they say in the old country, mowed the lawn, (Unkie aphorism) in spite of the vow not to do so until we have rain. The expanse over the septic field was looking brown and scraggly, and if it's never going to rain, why live with that?

Sunny, warm, and dry. We did see a few clouds on the far western horizon.

Just for the record, my piece on living on the water in the time of climate change is in the Expositor, here.