The first to bloom of a row of sunflowers which I planted in May. This, not too large, copper tinted variety is a favourite.
I watch a man with a power hose clean a yard. What ever he is getting rid of seems to have spread on to his shoes and the bottom of his trousers, because he directs the hose on to these, performing a little dance in the process.
In the vegetable garden, after the rain and in the continuing humidity, everything is growing and bursting out of its bounds. There is a sense of fecundity and excess.