It was 47 degrees Celsius last week. My garlic ripened off, my currants fizzled, my raspberries got set back, my winter onions explained that the year was over, and my perennial Egyptian onions didn’t even blink. That’s something mighty good for a warming valley.

Here they are a week before the heat hit. They look the same now, although the garlic behind them is drying under the spruce tree. An onion without a season. How great is that, when the seasons are changing.