Somehow June and July slipped through my fingers but we still have half a summer left. (Labor Day is NOT the beginning of Fall.)
Have you noticed how quiet it is in the mornings now? Our summer …
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Somehow June and July slipped through my fingers but we still have half a summer left. (Labor Day is NOT the beginning of Fall.)
Have you noticed how quiet it is in the mornings now? Our summer birds are still with us, but except for the Goldfinches who are waiting for thistles to bloom so that they can make nests of thistledown, the others no longer need to defend their nests as their babies have fledged. (I knew fledgling as a noun, but the use of “fledge” as a verb is new to me. You too can use it and pretend you are an experienced bird watcher.)
It surprises me that the front field and the “Back40” separated by only a stone wall can be so different. The front field is full of wiry stemmed sunflowers and Goldenrod waiting to bloom, and the “Back 40” is a dream of soft pink with Joe Pye Weed and something new, feathery and tall. The paths through the field are edged with Queen Anne’s Lace, which like the blue flowered Chicory, only wants to grow as an edging.
Soon Clethra, the very last of the sweet scented vines and shrubs, will bloom in shady, damp areas. As a child their scent made me sad, as I knew it foretold of our move soon to the noisy, busy city and the confinement of school. Of course now I can just enjoy and I hope you can, too.
Sidney Tynan
Little Compton