Hazy Shade of Summer

We sat there in the sun, my sister and I, baking, warming from an altogether freezing dip in the pool.  Though 73 is far from cold, it was a shock to our systems.  Rugburn, my dachshund, crashes in the sun, drying from his unwanted swim in the pool.  He rubs his face dry in the long grass.  Scratching, Rubbing. Rolling.  A lazy, contented daze crosses his face as he stares at a floating hover fly a few from him.
 
The sun has that September feel to it.  Burning, but subtly different from the blazing, burn of July.  More hazy.  I feel the heat from it, warming my back.  A warm breeze blows down from the mountain, bringing the sweet resinous scent of pines that have baked all day in the sun.  Warm sweetness of dried grasses intertwine with dry dusty earth.  A brush of sweet smoke.  A faint flavor of cow manure graces the breeze.  Not unpleasant.

The lawn is weedy again.  With plantain seed heads and wide-bladed meadow grass that grows three times faster than the soft mountain grass.  It needs to be mowed, but then it will lose it’s last summer feel to revert back to the clipped neatness of full on summer.

Sunflowers are heavy with seeds, though the golden disks are still blooming wildly at the top of ten foot spires.  The trees are heavy with winded seeds.  Rustling gently in the wind.  There is a lazy feel to everything as flies buzz restlessly.  The yarrow has gone to seed.  Weedy heads like too tall trees sway slightly.  Stellars jays chatter raucously  as they fly over.   Landing to call from a tree.

Tomatoes are ripening.  Bright red globes of juicy sweetness.  Sweet berries hidden in cane patches demand munching.  Grapes hang from spiraled vines.  Warm and sweet with juice.  Golden hard squashes ripen on vigorous growing vines.  Consuming flat ground, seeking purchase.

I watched a dragonfly zip by a wheelbarrow before landing for a moment.  Rusty brown with etherial wings.  He buzzed off in a hurry, to who knows where.

This weather demands pitchers of iced tea and good books to be read on a porch swing.  Naps to be taken in a hammock.  Endless games of croquet to be played leisurely.

Signing off

~Kate

2 thoughts on “Hazy Shade of Summer

  1. What wonderful word pictures: “…the golden disks are still blooming wildly at the top of ten foot spires…” I love it. Wish I were close enough to eat strawberries, sip tea, and read with you. 🙂

  2. Pingback: My 33% Finished Year’s Top Three Favorite Posts | Kate's Bookshelf

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