Hot, hazy, humid

I was out early with the neem oil sprayer when I encountered a tiny damselfly.  Already the sun burned, but the flowers seemed happy.  After lunch it was too hot for me even in the shade.  Bees and wasps fed on the rue.  I saw a bluebird, a brown thrasher, and a blue jay, but none of them posed.  Toward evening, geese came to graze and I had to give them a fierce glare to keep them at the bottom of the hill.  The goslings had doubled in size.