Peak summer

There must come a moment in each season, unknown and probably unknowable, when that season reaches its apogee, the maximum extent of its effects, and thereafter it begins to wane; imperceptibly at first with barely the faintest suggestions of its impending demise, certain only that the majority of its gifts have been bestowed.  I think that happened with summer this week, but then it has been a disagreeably tough week, so I could be wrong.  It wouldn’t be the first time.  Anyway, here is a selection of the activity in my garden today.  And yes, a hen will jump that high if you offer her unripe grapes