Summer walked through the garden today. The wildness has reached out. Oh blessings upon our humble place with the finding of a feather. It stood out in the grass to be admired. A Northern Flicker has passed by. Remember, she said, it is the harvest time of yellow corn and squash. Lammas is here and summer is in her glory. Enjoy the seeds now grown into bounty for the table.
The cotton tail will be by at dusk. The skunks will stroll through under the moon. The owls have been hoot-hoot-hooting with the stars. The graces of Gaia on this abode. An offering is wanting of cake and wine. My footsteps have wandered far this year, farther to tread with the goddess of yore.
A flicker peeps his song. The bumblebees gather pollen. In my garden is freedom and a friend. I went out to find friends. The feathered messenger asks why go so far when I am right here for you. There is plenty for us here. Stay, I have missed you. The gentleness of her touch in this simple gift of summer.
@FrancesAnnWy2015
As we usher past the Independence Day celebration, on comes the reason to take the back roads to Derrick Farms. With trusty old pail in hand, I arrive and settle at my blueberry bush. How I love these summer late afternoons with nothing to do but pick berries. The mellow setting sun is warm as the crickets chirp in the fields. The bowed branches wait eagerly for our fingers.
When the pail can take no more, the bounty is weighed and it’s time to go. The berries rarely make it into a pie. A splash of water and they’re ready enough. The season this year will be short. The sun tends to hide and the warmth of summer has been most tardy. The dusty old sign on the way out says, Auf Wiedersehen, until we meet again. Blueberry season has begun. I’ll be around by and by.
Oh happy are the days of spring peepers. Chirp, peep and tweet away.
LuceStellare 