A week of lovely weather. It was even cold when my team and I went out to our creek cleanup day and started raining by the end of it. Still, it was quite a success. I've been making a team to clean up that same stretch of Lewis creek for 4-5 years - and this was the first year I could tell the creek was noticeably more cheerful and less trashy for our efforts. Tons of frogs, fish, beautiful cardinal flowers blooming... it was nice to see one thing made better in this life of endless worsening. 

Hard to believe that summer is dying all around me. The first trees in the graveyard have their hints of color; the crows are massing up, conspiring, surely getting ready for the Unseelie to take control back over the hidden courts. A coworker told me that everyone on my team thinks I'm about to quit. Is it possible I've lost my ability to look blankly placid in a meeting? 

At least there's always taking a long break to go buy plants. I think I'll put in my greens bed now that a couple of my heirloom tomatoes have kicked it. Tonight should be soothing in that way - gardening in the cool as the twilight creeps in earlier and earlier.