The heat wave has broken. On Thursday, the shade temperature on the patio reached 46C and it was still over 30C in the early hours of a sleepless night. Then a North wind swept down over the hills, scattering plastic garden furniture, and yesterday was a breezy and comfortable 32C. The distant landscape emerged from the heat haze and the thick, dry air dispersed. Today, I woke to clouds and a cool 28C even though the stone flags radiate heat under my bare feet. A little dappled sunlight is falling on the vine and some birds are making themselves heard over the incessant cicadas. The garden is sighing with relief and even a lover of warm weather like myself is joining in.