Summer
I think I have to admit it’s summer. The temperature has been close to 90 for five days in a row. In places where the grass isn’t watered, it’s turning brown. The slopes along the freeway are thick with flowers: thistles, crown vetch, milkweed, bindweed, yellow sweet clover and all kinds of other flowers I can’t identify.
Vegetation has a specific summer smell. Part of it is cut grass, but there are other aromas. The air smells like summer now, when I walk on the parkway along the river.
I haven’t seen a lot of butterflies. I don’t know if this means anything.
The Farmers Market has broccoli, cabbage, napa cabbage, tomatoes, strawberries, lots of lettuce and spinach and scallions.
I need to remember that -- with all the looming problems the world has -- life is pretty good for me now.
Vegetation has a specific summer smell. Part of it is cut grass, but there are other aromas. The air smells like summer now, when I walk on the parkway along the river.
I haven’t seen a lot of butterflies. I don’t know if this means anything.
The Farmers Market has broccoli, cabbage, napa cabbage, tomatoes, strawberries, lots of lettuce and spinach and scallions.
I need to remember that -- with all the looming problems the world has -- life is pretty good for me now.
posted by Eleanor at 8:33 AM
2 Comments:
The butterflies are coming, I believe. I've been checking my milkweed plants for signs of life, but saw a number of baby catapillers on my parent's milweeds in LaCrosse.
I had a Monarch caterpillar go from tiny to full size last week,a nd it has disappeared now. I'm choosing to assume that it has gone into its chrysallis for nine-days of pupation.
Butterflies next week, Eleanor!
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