We’re moving towards the point in summer where I realize how far we are into the year. Some of my favorite plants are showing off their last blooms and soon will be food for the birds. I soak in the wildness of the meadow noticing new seedlings that have sprouted beneath the canopies of the tall wildflowers. The lean of the panicums after last night’s rain with the sun peaking through the clouds making the air thick and heavy like an invisible cloak I can’t shake off.
In gardening we are always looking to the months ahead and the tasks at hand. Soon fall will be here with it’s rose hips and promises of the future but today I’m going to hold onto this last month of summer with the sun high in the sky and the butterflies swirling around me.