There would, of course, be warmer days ahead, but the first truly steamy day of summer always felt hotter than all the other hot days of summer combined. And it made the garden and everyone in it languid and sleepy.
Leaves drooped in the heat.
Chipmunks and squirrels stretched out for midday naps on top of the stone wall, on top of the fence, anywhere they might catch a breeze.
Old Possum and a few others had retreated to the tea shop, but even in the cool, half-underground burrow, no one was in the mood for hot tea. Instead, Rabbit received whispered entreaties for summertime ice-cream sundaes and fruity sherbets and minty iced tea and cold lavender lemonade.