Sunday, August 2, 2015
The Best Thing About August Is September
August has crept in on the heels of July's magnificent full Blue Moon wearing as little as possible. Must be the heat. I place containers of water all around the yard to grow some mosquitoes for the many dragonflies. It's been a dry Summer. Even the tap water comes out of the faucet steaming hot and undrinkable. Walking down my concrete driveway to the mailbox barefooted burns the soles of my feet and I recall barefoot childhood summers walking on hot dirt/sand and never even blinking. (The title is quite tongue-in-cheek. August is lush, colorful, fecund, nostalgic, & wildly generous.)
A gorgeous dragonfly on a dying Sunflower stalk. We communed, eye to eye.
Same dragonfly perched on a piece of dried bamboo.
Sweet blue dragonflies
always bringing me
pieces of sky---
Wild flowers growing across the street.
Glorious Morning Glory with her Godlight glowing...
Heat-resistant hot pink Periwinkles. They thrive, even in August.
Zinnias, the ten cent package of flower seeds that never, ever fail to bloom.
Okay, another Clematis (passionflower).
My Toad who grew up on my patio & brought her baby to live here. I keep them watered. :-)
An abandoned Bluebird nest we found. I think House Sparrows ran them off. :-(
My Garden spider.