Finally, rain and a little breeze. The cinder block house has no central air. Whew. The rain barrel was getting low. Whew.
Birds - Ms. Robin appears to have chicks, or whatever baby robins are called. I saw a small beak Saturday night sticking out from the nest, but nothing more. Ms. Robin is always there, bending over the nest, tail quivering. I wish I could see more. It doesn't seem to be helping to stand on the picnic table. I thought I saw a nuthatch below their nest the other day, but I can't be sure.
Bees - I think they've moved their nest. I still see them around, but they're not hovering over the nest anymore.
Books - I'm catching up on 20 years' worth of reading, it seems. I'm a quarter of the way through The Collected Stories of Eudora Welty. Every story is fine. Sometimes I stand amazed that I have lived so many years and not read these things. Looking forward to whatever Denis Johnson Talia brings me.