Cool and calm

 

Have you heard of "brute plants?" I don't know what that 10-foot feathery thing is. I bought it as a little slip at a garden we visited during the pandemic. Probably something that thrives in fens and has no business in a city flower bed.

It was nice to sleep in a cool, quiet house last night. Well, it's never entirely quiet in our bedroom because the running fridge is a few steps away. But after hearing the fan blow for days, I didn't even notice it for a change. But what deep and sad dreams. My mind must be finally letting go after so many sleepless nights.

Here we are in August, the summer transition month. In western Washington at least, you can feel the subtle changes in the light and air. Yes, there will be some hot dog days, but weeks after the summer solstice and we're past the point of peak heating. The days are noticeably shorter.

Summer, do your worst!
Light your tinsel moon, and call on
Your performing stars to fall on
Headlong through your paper sky...

From "August" by Dorothy Parker