Everythings baking in 100+ degrees, but we and our birds and other native critters are doing well in the shade. If I move a rock or a log I'll find a frog or two or maybe a coiled snake. When we moved here it was 5 acres of non-native pasture grass. Surrounding us is nothing but bare paddocks where wildflowers and native grasses once grew. It saddens me, when I think of how it used to be and about how it will never, ever be possible to restore the native grasslands. Our little oasis has come part-way back, though, and we have undone some of what is usually called "progress". The local garden club calls our place "an easy-care garden" If only they knew! Joy.