Outside my window, the skies are gray. All the recent rains have turned my yard into a jungle, and the crepe myrtle tree blooms to near its full potential.
The garden spider that took up housekeeping against my storm door bounces in fury at my approach, while his cousins hang casually in finely crafted webs nearby.
Blackberry vines cover the mound in thorny glory, their rich black fruit come and gone until another season, as the wild blueberry just begins to ripen, and the muscadine promises a bounty yet to come.
It’s the end of July, and August looms just around the corner. The drenched summer is flying by as quickly as the bee that buzzes past my window.
Soon the greenery will give way to red and gold leaves, and the banks will be filled with bright yellow fall flowers. An evening chill will replace the humid air, and the garden spiders will fade away into the sunset.
Thoughts, Moment by Moment 