I always thought of July as the month of fullness, but this year the prairie has startled us with its early growth. High temps have broken decade-old records. Being so seasonally oriented here in Michigan, it seems that the body and psyche must make an adjustment. Is this the new normal? Or just an expected variation? Maybe the animals will give us a clue—I’ve heard that they are the first to know if disaster is coming. Except for the swan without babies and the beaver not swimming by in early spring to dam the lake, there are no signposts. The bumblebees are gathering nectar; turtles are laying eggs in the sandy places. We’ll just have to wait this one out.