July in SoCal. The June Gloom is over and you can finally go in the ocean without a wetsuit. (It still isn't warm by any means. No matter what the Chamber of Commerce would like you to think, the Japanese Current runs past here after curving under the chin of Alaska. It's never really warm in the ocean here except in a relative sense.)
Out in the front yard, our Trichocereus Peruvianus bloomed last night. Lovely (if faint) scent, and a blossom that has a ten-inch span. All that effort, yet the blossom only lasts two days at the most.
There's a lesson or metaphor or something lurking there, but I'm not sure I want to know what it is.