At breakfast, I saw a great crested flycatcher at the top of the pine. The portulaca put out its first blossom. Wrens were still at work wrenovating.The sun was fierce and the sky that blue that seems ultraviolet. Thankfully there were clouds and a light breeze. Wasps continued to touch-and-go on the pool surface. I rescued many beetles and several ungrateful spiders.
A basilica orbweaver set up shop in the rosebush. The flycatcher was back in the afternoon, atop the redwood, panting in the heat. The wren proclaimed home ownership.
At sunset there was a massive cloud in the Northwest. Fireflies were out again. A couple of hours later thunder and lightning accompanied gusts of rain. 
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