Another thing you should know: it's cotton season. Not everyone likes summer. I didn't once, but now I do. I see this overhead on a road, and I think of what Whitman said about "divine things well envelop'd." First the the cotton in the trees, then more.
The grape vine keeps growing, looking for something to hold onto. A cardinal made a nest inside, right against the kitchen window. When I do dishes, she scowls at me, and I'm just happy to be there.