Walking, driving, putzing in the yard this time of year, you start to notice the last blooms on the ends of scapes, stalks, racemes. Summer is releasing the last of the sun's honeyed blessing back into the breezes of these shorter, cooler days. Really, it's all rather lovely and I try to resist the sense of endings and focus instead on the wonder of seed pods and the clever DNA conveyances that nature has assembled in the acorns dropping noisely on my skylights, the burrs sticking to people's pets as they enjoy walks in the meadows at the edge of the local park.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
The Last Blooms of summer
Walking, driving, putzing in the yard this time of year, you start to notice the last blooms on the ends of scapes, stalks, racemes. Summer is releasing the last of the sun's honeyed blessing back into the breezes of these shorter, cooler days. Really, it's all rather lovely and I try to resist the sense of endings and focus instead on the wonder of seed pods and the clever DNA conveyances that nature has assembled in the acorns dropping noisely on my skylights, the burrs sticking to people's pets as they enjoy walks in the meadows at the edge of the local park.
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I take it that the title is a typo then?
AnvilCloud! I'm on the floor in stitches! Yeah! That's a typo, but that's so danged funny I'm not changing it (At least till I've recovered my composure :0D
I only just saw "the end of summer"...it's beautiful!
So nice to have you stop by, Reuka. Hope your summer was a full and happy one.
I've enjoyed watching the squirrels hide their nuts - sometimes peanuts - and I wonder where they've gotten them. Most are buried at the garden's edge, and I'll dig them up in the spring.
Bonita,that is such a great observation:
" . . I'll dig them up in the spring." There's something wonderfully forward-looking in that.
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