That’s almost a certain Neil Diamond song.
And I know I’ll be regretting saying that later when up in that heat box of an attic of mine that I sleep in. Or, rather, attempt to sleep in.
Although it’s not exactly cool, at least there is some respite from the day’s fire out here.
I’ve been sitting here for a while, light fading, darkness falling. There’s a bat flitting around these gardens, and a large dragonfly, large enough to have made my daughter scream if she’d have been out here with me, passed determinedly by, maybe heading for a place to settle.
That’s provoked two questions. 1: Do bats always flit ? And 2: Where do dragonflies sleep? Just a couple of more things to keep me awake during this hot August month.
Just thought I’d check in and see how you guys are, warm or cold, in lockdown or post-lockdown.
I’ve heard we may have another storm heading our way.