10 a.m.
Antelope Community Park
warm, clear - maybe 80 degrees (forecast high 93, yesterday's high 92, amazing how quickly our weather has changed from so cool & wet to so warm & dry)
light breeze
So much birdsong to hear! No one else is at the park on this weekday morning but the birds are making up for it: sparrows, blackbirds, woodpecker, magpies, finches, doves, mocking bird.
Beneath me is mown grasses, along both sides of the paths the grasses have been cut, revealing the drying plants. Still green but much is more straw colored than the last time I was here. Plenty of foxtails litter the ground between clumps of plants and below that a just visible layer of decaying oak leaves.
At eye level are the low hanging branches of the oak whose shade I sit in, the oaks are in full leaf again.
Above me the sky is clear clear blue with the wispiest of thin could trails in the distance, the myriad of birds flying overhead - darting from one tree to the next - constantly talking, twittering, squawking chit chit chit squee squee warble and trill.
