It’s been raining for what seems like ages but it’s also really warm out. The moss which was starting to lose ground during the heat of the early days of July has come back with a vengeance and is enveloping the tree trunks. I’m reminded of the 4 years of rain in One Hundred Years of Solitude, and while the City of Vancouver lacks livestock in danger of perishing and hasn’t yet started to omit a palpable odor of decay in general, this may change as the garbage strike continues.
But for now, the air is warm and moist and full of the smell of growing greenery. It is a very strange July.