July has been moving by faster than the speed of light. I don’t mind, let’s get this over with, right?
It is hot this week. Consistently in the 100s. Not much wind either. The trees are still. The little breeze that is there is hot.
It is the end of the cherry harvest season. The workers are moving out and moving on. All the trees are just green with no red or yellow dots. We will have our orchard to ourselves again.
We have almost been here a year. Nicole had moved here the first week in September. The year has gone by so fast. It seems like last week we were coming back from Italy trying to decide what to do next with our lives.
I uploaded the first 11 tarot cards. I’m trying to write the text for each card.
Our friends came by on Friday to share taquitos. They were on their way to camp in the Steens Mountain area in southeastern Oregon. We have been lucky to be able to still see friends on a semi-regular basis. I thought some people would initially come out and then the novelty of driving an hour or so would wear off and we wouldn’t see anyone, and that was before COVID-19 took its toll.
Baseball has started and it has been bittersweet. It seems wrong that it is even happening.
The hummingbirds have come in a swarm since I refilled the feeder. Hummingbirds are aggressive and violent. They will spear each other on their long pointy beaks like a lance. They will hover in front of my face and stare at me. They float right above Rufus’s head who knows something is going on but can’t figure it out.
