...and no bird sang...
The height of summer is so quiet here. There is a calm all day as the sun shines down, drying the grass to brown and parching the potted plants on the patio. The land bakes in direct light, and the shade is cooler, but just as dry. Contrary to popular delusion, it does not rain all the time in the Northwest. It rains all winter, and often well into spring. Sometimes the rains begin in earnest as early as Labor Day. In 30 years out here, I have seen them come that early, and I've seen them hold... Sign in to see full entry.