After days of oppressive heat, we had an actual doozy of a thunderstorm last night – lightning, thunder, wind, mayhem. This morning is coming up very clean and fresh – and somewhat cooler. Wandering around in the garden, there are a number of guitar options to be gleaned amongst the vegetal debris, but the most striking, in a way is under the apple trees. Laying side by side are the last of the summer apples, the Transparents, and the little nascent MacIntosh – or maybe they are the Jonathans…in any event too small and too many to have survived last night. A means for the tree to rid itself of excess so that it can feed the rest and create the sweet and wonderful apples to come. Harbinger of the end of summer, the onset of fall. In July. How quickly the year turns.