Summer on the Texas Gulf Coast does not wait for the calendar to mark the solstice. By late May and early June, we experience burning heat, sprinklers on the lawn, homegrown tomatoes and hot peppers, katydids singing in the evenings, Crepe Myrtles and Chaste Trees blooming, suppers from the grill, iced tea, cold watermelon, bees buzzing around the basil. The Touch Me Not seeds are popping, Morning Glories are purple delights, roses slowing down for a second breath, and there are a hundred shades of green. I may complain about being hot, but I love so many things that summer brings.
For Memorial and Independence Day celebrations, we get the little flags back out to line the sidewalk, and celebrate birthdays for Joe and Ben. July brings a bumper crop of figs on our tree, Vacation Bible School fun, plans with my granddaughters, and family outings. It will get hotter, and we will watch the hurricane tracking news. We keep ceiling fans whirring and add a buzz fan or two for the back porch. I am thankful for cool evening breezes wafting scent of honeysuckle and cooling the flagstone paths in our garden.
"Now summer is in flower and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
Insects as small as dust are never done
Wi' glittering dance and reeling in the sun
And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee
Are never weary of their melody
Round field hedge now flowers in full glory twine
Large bindweed bells wild hop and streakd woodbine
That lift athirst their slender throated flowers
Agape for dew falls and for honey showers
These round each bush in sweet disorder run
And spread their wild hues to the sultry sun."
- John Clare, "June"
Monday, July 1, 2013
Thursday, February 28, 2013
The Redbuds are blooming. Easter is on the way.
Friday, January 11, 2013
On the left is a small torn piece of paper with a tiny handmade Christmas tree. It arrived one year as a card from dear friends. I love it perched on a branch as it reminds me of friendship and how much it means to make something for a friend.
On the right, the small cross-stitched banner is my own handwork. I love the little carolers. I love more their song. So, as I go back and forth to the garage with my boxes packed with Christmas heirlooms, they leave behind their message. Joy to the World, the Lord has come!