Balanced atop slender, elegant stems, chive blossoms stand poised to join the twining blue Morning Glories in announcing the turning of the season. It is the middle of August, schools are back in session, and the morning light has just begun to change...the tiniest bit. This summer has blessed us with several blue-gray thunderstorms, rumbling with inner light and jagged strikes across the night sky, startling us out of sleep, sending us running to throw open windows and welcome inside the scent of petrachor and falling water, filling fountains and cleansing the air. We head out onto the porch to sit, without lights, watching and listening, breathing in cool, moist air like a medicine.
Every bloom in the garden is flattered with the attentions of bee and butterfly these days. The alfalfa stands blooming and fragrant across the road, aswirl with small white butterflies that bob up and down in a mesmerizing dance. The breeze, coming to us in the pale cool light of the morning, is deliciously amethyst and sweet as little girls in twirly skirts.
The farmer is hoping to harvest seed this year, to sell to neighbors and expand the patch. This morning he is having trouble getting the combine to run smoothly, its engine cranking without catching. He has one day in which to work out the problems since it rained last night. Here in the house we have all the windows wide open, letting the fresh, rain-laced air meander through. We pay close attention and will close them before the morning's cool turns to heat once more.
Nature's symphony, insects of every shape and size, scrape, scratch, hum, buzz and sing, along the arching branches of every bush, vine and tree, and in the decay below. They do not seem to sleep, for when I awake in the middle of the night, I hear their layered music all around me, a wild cacophony of clicks, and rattles, calling for lovers, serenading the moon, filling the darkness with their incessant surging songs. They sing in the dark of the moon and when meteors flash and burn above them, as they do in these final weeks of Summer.
Bonus shot for you:
Here is another picture of Miss M, newly nine and infatuated with horses of all kinds. She has become quite the rider over the past two plus years. I hear she has a show or two coming up in the fall and new special clothes to wear in them. What fun! I can't wait.