In between thunderstorms these days, I’ve been going outside where the news is slow (Look, the gayfeather’s blooming in the meadow!), outside where I’m not worried what to do about the next thing coming from Washington, Raleigh or Europe, or now, I’ve noticed, China.
Outside, it’s July. The sun is high, there’s enough light in the day, deep shadows in the trees appear as cool as a breeze. The sound of birds’ wings, bursts of color in the constant round of blooms, a Luna Moth, a few butterflies, the taste of fresh berries, tomatoes and peppers. An owl if you’re lucky. It’s summer!
If you live in town, take time to enjoy the front-yard gardens, quietly planted and weeded by your neighbors for the pleasure of passers-by. Let your senses soak up all you can. Keep it for comfort, for when the trees are bare.
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
My favorite yet, Deda! What a peaceful scene your words and pictures evoked. And oh, that dahlia! ❤️
Beautiful summer flowers and lovely photos. Thanks for the quiet walk.