Here we go. Summer. The morning air is hot and heavy. With no rain, it will keep building like this, until one morning it will feel like I’m living in an oven.

On my drive home from Marble Falls yesterday, I saw the tail end of a large rainbow touching the ground. It was off toward the east where the rain was falling, created by the sun, low in the west.

I put on a long sleeve shirt and worked in the yard day Friday I needed the shirt because I was hauling brush. I have a deal with my arborist son. He trims; I haul.

Last year, I let some poke salat grow in my garden. The plant was enormous with lovely purple berries. At the end of the season, I cut it down, hauled it off, and decided it was a noble experiment, but I didn’t want to repeat it.

I never expected to be well into July and hoping for a dry day. But I am. I walked out to feed the cats this morning, and there it was, drizzle.

Yesterday we got rain in the morning, rain in the afternoon, and a sauna in between. For a brief moment it felt like the Gulf Coast.

It’s raining on the Fourth of July and I saw a frog on my porch this morning. The latter jumped into the lavender. The former is simply falling all around.

It’s an odd ritual, but before the lady comes to help clean my house, I clean my house.

I make mistakes. Lots of them. Some worse than others. I made a mistake when I planted the Morning Glory and the Texas Red Honeysuckle too close together on the back fence by the Eve’s Necklace and Mountain Laurel.

I was out on the deck yesterday when a little rain squall blew through. A bit of rain just for us. It fell hard, then stopped. Then started up again a few minutes later. Maybe it was two squalls.

It’s a wonder what two inches of rain will do for a landscape. Everything softens. New leaves pop out of the trees. The grasses spring forth.

The mesquite is in bloom. I wonder what sort of news that is in the insect kingdom?

I meant to go sit in the pool last night. Never did. Don’t know why. It’s funny how you can get an idea early in the day to do something, and when the time comes it just seems like too much trouble.

Out in the garden, out in the yard, out in the everywhere things are growing.

There’s a flowerbed in the middle of the tif yard just off the southern porch. We used to grow tomatoes there. Now it’s home to a batch of schoolhouse flowers, wild onions, a lantana, two turks caps, a Mexican plum, a palmleaf mistflower, and johnson grass.

I’m going to naturalize another weed to a role in the garden. Although, I doubt the plant will have any idea what’s going on. It will put down roots and grow.

I suppose I should be happy I’m still alive and have things to learn, because there’s only one way to graduate from the school of life.

Muggy morning. Boo. I prefer cool and crisp. It’s good though. The general consensus is that a month of rain saturating the ground might make for a cool July.

There’s a persistent little weed in my garden. It looks like a grass but has stems that are so weak they fall over. It’s one shining attribute is a tiny, two-lobed blue flower that appears every morning before disappearing around noon.

Goodness. The rain. It keeps on coming. I’m this close to saying, enough. But I’m not looking for a rainbow. I hope we have a wet summer.