Yesterday it was hot, and the heat seeped into the house and lay in pockets and corners and bedclothes. At night, it was still hot, and not one of us could sleep easily. The wind stalked around the house, rattling the windowpanes impatiently and tugging at the blinds. Our Small Person woke up at midnight and couldn't get back to sleep, she thrashed and tossed between us in the bed. And who could blame her? When we all finally fell asleep at 2:30am, our dreams came in fits and starts, a series of disjointed and nonesensical images: a red armchair, a bending tree, running and confusion. We woke in the morning exhausted.
Today the weather has changed: cool but not cold, drizzly and beautiful. The air and soil are damp and scented, and white rose petals scatter the front garden like confetti.