Good morning friends. The weather has finally sunken into the double digits, providing a physical and psychological reprieve. After this newsletter hits your inbox I will likely emerge from my cave that has provided me with so much shelter from the heat, inflate the tires of my favorite bicycle, and ride to the springs, to the dam, and to the lake. I will swim, look at birds, lay in grass, and take a last look at the wilting, browning flowers planted alongside the hike and bike trail. I will hope that, for just a second, all the vegetation will similarly take a moment to rebel against the sun that has scorched them and bleached away all their chlorophyll and they will spend their final reserves of energy to create a green vibrancy before everything turns brown. I’m not sure plant life works that way though, unfortunately.