We're in the midst of an evening summer thunderstorm. When it first started, the rain was so heavy, you couldn't see across the street. Poor Bradley is hiding under the bedspread at the corner. His bottom and tail still show, but I guess if his head is hidden, he feels safe.
I haven't seen any fireflies yet this year - and won't see any tonight. But the cicadas arrived a few days ago with their hum. The robins are still on sentinel duty. The goslings are now adolescents. The groundhogs are getting fat. We see the deer grazing, fawns with the does, and bucks alone.
The days are mostly hot and humid, with relief from the rain storms that come through every few days.