Sum- Sum- Summertime

[chomiji]

On the way to the Metro this morning, I saw a tiger swallowtail butterfly. I haven't seen one in years. The cicadas were shimmering and simmering zim-zim-zim from the trees. The August Moon hostas will be coming into bloom: my late father called them August lilies and told me that they bloomed especially for my birthday. I knew he was joking.

August: the dog days of summer, when time seems to stand still. And this year I will be 51 years old. And ... I hate hot weather.

(More frivolously: it's dead easy to find a picture of a dog wearing sunglasses on Flickr Creative Commons.)