High Summer. To bake in the heat of the sun. To enjoy the cooling of a clear evening. To have the air be so clear that you can see forever, or to look far and see the haze of a hot humid day hanging over everything. To jump in the lake and shiver with its chill, or to tip your face to the soft summer rain. It's a lazy, content time of year.
But, around us, signs of change are occuring. The seeds of the linden tree are ripening. Soon they'll cover the lawn so thickly that I'll have to rake.
The box elder is heavy with seeds, also.
And the crab apples are swelling. Soon they will start to fall, and I will look out to see the deer there, so close to the house, enjoying their once a year treat.
Some of the flowers of early summer are still blooming.
And, the very last daylily.
But, now is the time of the black-eyed Susan. You see its golden face everywhere. Reaching towards the sun, and bringing some of that brightness back to earth. It marks the fullness of Summer, and is the harbinger of Fall.
Enjoy these days, and store up memories to pull out in the cold, white days of Winter.