Kelsey Creek dried up six weeks early, dooming thousands of tadpoles and fish fry.
Deck furniture received a coat of teak oil.
I turned over a wine barrel and saw a glowing empire of mold.
The farmers, with dispatch, accomplished the hay harvest. The grass-based rural economy moved forward for another year.
A nest of twenty quail eggs was plundered by predators. Two punctured eggs sit on oak galls.
I looked up from the hammock.