It’s the flower of the year here, when you feel surrounded by life every minute. I find it endlessly beautiful. Yesterday I went for a swim mid-day – my saintly boss canceled work due to the heat – and in the swimming hole were maybe a dozen trout more than a foot long. I found their food supply shortly thereafter – swimming to the sunny side of the creek I found, huddled up against the shore, thousands and thousands of tadpoles, gathered in little black ink-clouds in the shallower coves. They knew that deep water, and solitude, meant danger. So many thousands, it was beautiful to see, even if I knew they were all to perish; the sheer exuberance of life in the face of certain death is health-bringing to be around.