In like a lion, out like a lion

 Tomorrow will officially be the first day of summer.

Typically, the weather is taking no notice at all of human calendars - it's cold, periodically we have squally pelting showers that soak you in an instant, and there's a threat of snow in the mountains.

More or less what you'd expect this time of year. The cats have built themselves a gargantuan nest out of the cushions on the sofa and are refusing to move. For the humans it’s definitely sweaters and socks, and yes we are running the heating, even if a few days ago we were running the cooling.

Despite the on and off weather the garden's doing well. The broad beans have podded and the strawberries are doing well - for some reason the possums have left them alone, and I'm almost wishing I'd planted some tomatoes, but it's too late in the season, even for bought plants.

Otherwise, life is puttering on. A chilly bike ride or two - for my sins I've been getting up just after sunrise to ride my bike round town before the commuter traffic starts, and some decent progress on guerrilla cataloguing up at the Athenaeum.

As I've said elsewhere, taking the approach that books are artefacts in their own right and have stories to tell is useful, and perhaps will come together enough to help tell something about the life of the community...