Summer was dewy mornings and mossy smells and strident cicada songs. Its scenery was a scrim of seven different greens.
Hot and slow days became beach days. We sifted sand through content toes, then raced into the lake again.
Steamy, sweaty work and walks alternated with trips inside chilly stores and brain-freezing smoothies.
Now, tomato plants are curled up in the fetal position, but the zinnias are gaudy in their prime.
Their tiered blooms offer fast-food to uninhibited hummingbird moths. I watch their straw-tongues sip, then zip! They are gone.
Weedy tree-fruits tangle together and creeping vines shroud the trees.
The sun sinks into a humid horizon and crickets lullabye summer to sleep.
He has made everything beautiful in its time. ~ Ecclesiastes 3:11
Photo by Gino Luciano