DAY to NIGHT

 Morning comes early. With Spencer, the neighbour's cat, usually snoozing on the porch. Before the heat .That July furnace that sucks itself inside every living thing and smolders.

          Morning, Spencer. It's good to see you again. Smart cat. Always sleeps in the same chair. He figures it's his. He's probably right.
                                                      
 And up on the hill, Cordelia ( from the house behind) watches. From her perch. I think she figures that's her place. Like some sort of angelic beacon. A beacon that purrs.
           Daises have started popping up everywhere, now that the Campanula has had its season.

                    Cherries to pick.                                          Fat Grapes to watch over.

                      Sweet peas to pick.            Everyday.      Sometimes twice a day.

Cats that flop. Cats that have fur coats. Even in the shade the pavement is rather hot.
                                        July has been simmering along  quite well.
                                        
                  Gardening at 7am. Only time to do it. When there is some sort of cool. Smokey ( Spencer's brother)  inspects everything.  Has to play with everything. Incredibly helpful.

  More sweet peas to pick. I'm trying to keep my head above the oodles of sweet peas. Me and my bright idea to plant a gazillion seeds.......(And I'd do it again in an instant)  Things to make. Like Marmalade. Glowing golden on the window sill.

By early evening, the heat settles. Smokey has the right idea. A little pocket by the fence in the shade. All his.

                    Cordelia is back on her perch. Sun has squeaked itself down a tad to bring shade. The sweet peas need to be picked again. Their fragrance so strong you can sense it, even  before you even get near. When cutting, it is almost overpowing. And I need to cut the grape vine trailers......have to wait for shade for that.
       
               Closer to sunset, pots to water.       Mind the cat(s). They seem to be everywhere.

              "Like a great poet, nature produces the greatest result with the simplest means.
                                                       There are simply a sun, flowers, water, and love. " (Heine)

    And Plums to pick in a week. That involves more canning.    And a few cats to watch over things.

                                Early evening, back on the porch.                     Day is coming into night..

When the dark  begins again. The cat trail between houses is cool.

                                                              Smokey will sit in the trail for ages.

                                               Under a Super Moon, night begins again.............