Today I cut back the wisteria vine in the vacant lot next door, which had wound its tendrils around a tree I’ve been trying to grow (I think it’s some kind of birch, but I’m not completely sure). Unless wisteria is guided with a fairly firm hand, it will strangle everything in its path; fortunately the tree is doing fine, though I’m sure it’s relieved to no longer have the wisteria in its face.
Then I did some work (as in computer stuff) and went for a run; because of the heat, it was a lot slower going than yesterday. I guess fall isn’t as close as I thought at the beginning of the week; I think I heard on the radio that there have been more 90+ days this summer than in the previous three summers combined.
The sunset turned the sky red, and the rooftops simmered.
