271: Learning to love summerPosted: June 21, 2011
It’s here. My last season of the Life in the Bogs Great Outdoor Challenge. Summer officially arrived in the Northern Hemisphere at 1:16pm E.T. today.
Summer is my least favorite of all the seasons. This year I’m hoping to learn to like summer. Maybe even love summer. You never know. It could happen.
What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.
~Gertrude Jekyll, On Gardening
At 5:30 this morning, when I rolled over and went back to sleep, I forgot today is the Summer Solstice. I planned to get up and watch the sunrise, to celebrate the start of summer. It was cloudy and I would not have seen the sun, but it would have been nice to watch the sky lighten and to enjoy the peaceful quality of the early morning hours.
Having slept in, I decided I would celebrate this first summer day by looking for and admiring the beauty of the season as it presents itself around Breezy Acres.
And it was there, almost every place I looked. It was in the reds, oranges, yellows, purples, whites, and the lush variety of greens.
Summer’s beauty was there in the songs of the birds and the flight of the dragonflies.
I discovered our first daylily blooms of the season today. How wonderful of them to open on the first day of summer! I associate the daylilies with summer here in the Bogs. They bring what I think of as the orange season, growing on roadsides all over this area. I often wonder if there was a daylily equivalent of Johnny Appleseed living in northeast Ohio, spreading the lovely orange flowers far and wide for all to enjoy.
Come walk with me, talk with me, meet my daylilies.
~ April Ware
Some of the flowers in the wildflower meadow are beginning to bloom. I don’t know what many of them are, but I can tell you their colors. There are several different kinds of yellow flowers, from the large, almost squash-like blossoms to teeny tiny little flowers that you might not notice if you weren’t looking closely. Some sort of yellow flower that likes the water has appeared near the pond and around the cattails. Back in the wildflower meadow, the thistle and daisies are blooming, and the coneflowers should be making an appearance soon.
I wanted to go back to the woods, but hadn’t dressed for it (long pants, boots, hat) or prepared for it (insect repellent). I almost braved it, but a persistent deer fly and rumbles of thunder made me change my mind.
The deer fly, having found me, stayed with me for most of the rest of my walk. He finally tired of having me swat at him and left me when I was almost back at the house.
The fireflies have been putting on a light show in the evenings. I’m looking forward to sitting out there tonight and watching as they dance and blink and parade around the meadows, celebrating this first day of summer.
In summer, the song sings itself.
~ William Carlos Williams
It is easy to like summer on a day like today, when everything seems so alive and buzzing with joy. It’s warm (in the 80s) and humid (my hair is curling and frizzing), but the breeze is nice and there are hints of cooler, drier weather in the wind, in the clouds, and in the rumbles of thunder, all announcing a cold front is on the way.