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ellarienIt isn't actually cool yet, but there are starting to be hints that it might be cool, or at least cooler, soon. The seven-day forecast is even calling for high temperatures under 90 by next week. There are butterflies everywhere -- big yellow-and-black ones and smaller ones prettily marked in brown, orange and white, and tiny ones that flit by too fast to classify. They're all restlessly in motion, impossible to catch sitting still.
Flowers are getting fewer and further between; even the barrel cacti are nearly finished. I went for a camera-walk this lunchtime and found myself paying attention to the shapes and textures of bark: palm, eucalyptus, cycad, and pine; cracked and fissured and whorled; bleached and flaked and splintering from the long summer's heat. The red lilies are still flowering down by the turtle pond, and the turtles were hanging out, floating just below the surface of the glass-green water. I slightly suspect that someone emptied an aquarium into the pond recently; I wouldn't have expected to see neon tetras in there.
Flowers are getting fewer and further between; even the barrel cacti are nearly finished. I went for a camera-walk this lunchtime and found myself paying attention to the shapes and textures of bark: palm, eucalyptus, cycad, and pine; cracked and fissured and whorled; bleached and flaked and splintering from the long summer's heat. The red lilies are still flowering down by the turtle pond, and the turtles were hanging out, floating just below the surface of the glass-green water. I slightly suspect that someone emptied an aquarium into the pond recently; I wouldn't have expected to see neon tetras in there.
