The grasses are going to seed. Their colors shift and change into clouds of light purple and gray, beige and sage green. The cicadas are singing—one of my favorite summer sounds. I stepped on one in the grass the other day while wearing sandals. Something buzzed on my toes and caused me to startle backwards. I looked and saw one sitting in the grass with its beady eyes staring up at me. Its lightweight, translucent wings looked incongruent next to its chunky, armored body. I admired the purple and green on the wings, iridescent like an oil slick, before stepping back and moving along. I used to pick those things up when I was a kid, but no more.
Flowers bloom all year in a succession across the meadows. Here are the latest highlights.
The hostas by the house are safe from deer this year since we humans are there. Hummingbirds come to visit their fluted shapes.
The frittilaries are all over the coneflower at all times of the day.
A close up of a shooting star hydrandgea that my sister Kathy gave to me. I love the hint of blue in the center.
Another close up of the echevaria that my Aunt Lainey gve to me.
Happy mid-summer everyone!