One of the benefits of Silas' 6:30 a.m. wake-up call is that we can get outside for a bit before it gets so unbearably hot. We let the dog out. Refill the birdbath. Walk around the yard discussing the upcoming day. Silas points to various spots in the yard and we go to check them out and look for pine cone and bird feather treasures. I have, as of yet, been unable to discern his method for choosing locations, but I'm sure he has a logic all his own. We also check on our tiny little garden. The Roma tomatoes have been hanging heavy on the vine for weeks now, but only yesterday did they start to blush. Time to dust off the ol' canning equipment, me thinks.