The sky cleared during the morning and lots of dragonflies patrolled the yard. At lunch time, I was ready for them so, of course, no dragonflies. Meanwhile, a white glaze slid over the sky. The wrens out-sang the other birds. By evening, there were distinct clouds again. The wrens occasionally paused to survey their domicile. Sunset was peach and gold behind the pines. Some days are full of critters, some aren't.
At bedtime lightning was flashing, followed by a crack that sounded like it struck the yard. Then the downpour.
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