The hot summer days are few and far between, but we have learned to appreciate what we have when we have it. Swedes emerge from their burrows and turn their winter-bleached faces to the light and sprawl across the land like reptiles in the sun.
I went to visit the ducklings in the duck pond by the hospital. They are growing at a tremendous rate and growing bolder every day, zipping across the confines of their pond after gnats, thinking themselves very big and important to venture so far away from mother.
I found a tiny friend among the blades.
I petted a bumble bee as it buried its head in a flower. Summer isn't summer without a bee to bumble.