Summer Grasses

 

This year we had two glorious months of spring-- twice as long as usual to gobble up and savor afternoon thunder storms, the profusion of wildflowers, the smell of lilacs in the cool air. 

When I finally ventured out with camera and intention in tow to capture the wonder of it all, the change of seasons had already come and gone-- sudden and complete. 

And just as startling as when spring arrived after the long winter months. May's colors are now faded, washed out by the noonday sun. 

Yet summer arrives with its own magic-- the susurrus of dry grasses moving in the wind, the passing shade of a cloud overhead, that ineffable smell of leisure (some combination of sunscreen, beach towels, swimming holes and bicycles).