Saturday, September 26, 2009

Still Blooming


September has been summer. Summer has been September. Here is the bee that buzzed from sunflower to sunflower last nigh at the community gardens. Lucky flowers! Lucky bee! Lucky me, to have had summer come at last, and hang around for as long as it has - zinnias still in full bloom, pumpkins turning more orange each day, cosmos swaying, late summer raspberries still ripening. The weather people say everything changes tomorrow when fall arrives - wind, rain, more wind, more rain. But tonight, the windows are wide open, warm air is everywhere, and this is the only season there is.

Last night I dreamed - blessed illusion -
that I had a beehive here
in my heart
and that the golden bees were making
white combs and sweet honey
from my old failures.

- Anthony Machado
translated by Robert Bly




2 comments:

  1. Summer arrived late here too. Like you I've enjoyed the warm sunny days filled with adventure and the cool starlight nights filled with possibilities. Your pictures are wonderful and your post... invigorating! Thank you. Happy Summer.... oh... um... I mean Happy fall!!! Love and Light,

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  2. Yes, I have to say that it is the exact same bee! Remarkable but 100% true! Time travelling bee?
    Or just one of those creatures who can be in two places at the same time! That would be great for us, yes?

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Summer View From My Kitchen Window

Summer View From My Kitchen Window
I am already more than a week into my summer holidays and just beginning to settle into this greenest of seasons - so glad to be at home with my windows and my light. I am just learning how to post these blogs, spending too much time in front of my computer, not enough time with the sky.  The morning began with thunder - an hour of pouring rain and thunder!!  Long after sunrise, the sky was still dark and ominous, but then suddenly the sun broke through. I put on my garden shoes, grabbed my camera, and went out to the flowers . . .   

After the Rain

After the Rain
After all that wild weather, the day lily leaves were covered with such quiet raindrops . . . 

After the Rain

After the Rain
One side of my yard is lined with leafy peonies - the grandmother of all flowers - pink, white, deep, deep red.  I have been deadheading the flowers all week long, but this one, just opening, survived the storm. I have lived in my house for nearly twenty years; these peonies were here long before I moved in and with any luck will be here long after I am gone.