Week 30 - Summer

I've been sizzling in the sunshine these past seven days, and now that it's (finally) clouding I'm back in the city to write my report. My sinister sister flew back on Thursday, but my newphew's still here; my brother's coming up for a short weekend vacation. Days and nights have been an eternal loop of blue skies and sunshine, with hundreds of bucketfuls water carried to the garden from the lake, a dramatic increase in water temperature and each swimming session longer than pretty much all previous swims this summer combined. Plenty of cloudberries; blueberries have been stashed away in the freezer, the fields have been mowed, the hay has been rowed, the boats are afloat, the lake like a moat, red burns on my throat, on my neck, on my toes. When it's summer for real, that's how it goes. Time is running out, thus this unslenderly contendered overdose of prose. Later. Last week.