The sweet pepperbush’s season is all but over. I can no longer smell its fragrance on the air, and most of its flowers have turned brown. A few clovers linger in the front yard and the bees still visit, one by one. Our sole Queen Anne’s lace abounds in fancy white blooms. In the back yard, a feast of tiny dewberries awaits. More asters and goldenrods bloom by the day–summer is passing, ticktock! As I stand on the driveway, a dragonfly lands on my bare foot. It makes a lovely ornament, and it’s the same wine-red as my sweatshirt. Oh, how fashionable am I!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The sweet pepperbush’s season is all but over. I can no longer smell its fragrance on the air, and most of its flowers have turned brown. A few clovers linger in the front yard and the bees still visit, one … Continue reading