Días de sol

As I've told you before, Magellan worships the sun. True Puerto Rican cat that she is, she has a pasión de amor for the sun at its warmest.

Today, she sneaked past me into the deck and immediately jumped onto my husband's tire-changing table, which is temporarily spending its garage-less days there, covered by a tacky $2 summer plastic tablecloth to protect it from the elements.

Once on top of the table, Magellan quickly proceeded to regale us to a full 10 minutes of squirming, licking her face, stretching and sunbathing with such abandon that by the time we shooed her back in the house her fur was hot to the touch.


My husband spent a good 10 minutes himself trying to get a picture of Magellan that showed her pool-blue eyes in the sun and this is the best we could do. No wonder, he said, that professional photographers hate to take pictures of pets.

Magellan agreed that today was as glorious a summer day as they come. The sun was warm and bright and the breeze was cool and inviting. A flawless summer day that I hope to remember when evil winter blows into town again.

Two days ago, we awoke to something else the sun has brought us as a present. My amapolas, almost obscene in their size and their crimson-ness, flowered and are now festooning the yard with their mid-summer presence.