The hand-dug trench in the yard is a little bit longer today, which I guess is progress. The lids to a couple of our big Rubbermaid tubs have been placed inside. I'm not sure why. The hole is only about a foot and a half deep and in no danger of caving in, but I left them in there because I'm sure there is a reason.
The bees that live in the yard swamp get confused and migrate over to the porch light, bashing themselves drunkenly into the glass over and over. When I wake up in the morning there is a scattering of dead bees on the porch.
The oak above the carport drops acorns every few minutes, making a sharp, dismal sound on the metal roof. They bounce off my car hood and onto the driveway, where they get smashed by my tires. The oak is huge and and mighty. Someone long ago put a hole in the carport roof to accommodate it, which I thought was nice. There is another oak on the opposite side of the house that someone built the eaves around, but that oak is dead. Oak trees really have to play the odds. All those acorns and so few trees.
Oh, and the hummingbirds are gone and the succulents are starting to look stunted because they don't get enough light.
All this is not so bad. A little discouraging, but not so bad. It's just not really that fun to hang out on the front porch right now, is all.