Trees are dancing drunk with nectar
Grass is waving underwater
Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go
Insect bomber Buddhist droning
Copper chord of August's organ
Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow [sic]
- XTC, "Summer's Cauldron"
The morning's proceedings roughly follow the song wedged in my head: hummingbird; Maya's picture of grass; Maya's picture of me - I'm the large, rounded object in the middle; Maya's panorama of the yard; Maya; Zoe and Anya at their regular post across the fence.