Rain again in the morning. Tomorrow maybe more. Moderate temps in the meantime. I understand that we’ve traded places, weather-wise, with the Pacific Northwest, which is remarkably hot and dry for the moment.

By afternoon it was again dry enough to sit on our deck. I also did a survey of the flowers of the back yard, including those springing from the damp earth.

Those in pots on the deck.

And along the fence.

“Summer afternoon — summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” — Henry James