đŸŒ¿ Summer
Summer arrives with both urgency and abundance. Everything is in motion—pollinators weaving through coneflowers, birdsong tumbling from high branches, the heat thick and generous. It’s the season of fullness, but also of tending.
I spend these months observing who shows up, what blooms together, and where the wild edges begin to spill inward. Summer teaches me to be present—to witness, not rush.
summer reign
The fireflies are out in abundant numbers and we have delighted in seeing them appear in more and more quantity since late May. The Eastern Wood Pewee is now the last to sing at night (sometimes going well past 9pm in our woods)
goldfinches clinch silver for the win
While the fireflies have seemingly diminished for the summer, the sun of the season has not quite changed its tune. Yet. The mornings are still damp with the notion that a humid day is on the way. The evening shadows are not much different than they were a fortnight ago.
blue alarm fire
On any given morning, the tune changes depending on the day. And sometimes the silence is longer if say, a pre-dawn thunderstorm has sequestered the birds into hiding a bit more.