The first really hot day of spring. Trees popping flowers and pollen coating the parking lot cars. The spice bush is in full bloom and drawing bees, along with the crab apple and magnolias. I make a point of not parking under the magnolia trees. Everywhere you look kids were shedding layers and stretching out long, lean limbs to catch the sunshine. Recess ended hot and sweaty, with long lines at the water fountain. It'll be cold again tomorrow, but the planet has shifted. Summer clothing is being aired all over town.
from spring's first heat wave;
bee fried air
*"bee fried air" is a phrase I loved from Ray Bradbury's book Dandelion Wine. It's part of a delightful description of a summer afternoon spent picking berries in the woods.