Summer Day in Georgia

Great, billowing clouds sail across my skies today, teasing the thirsty land. The heat wave has broken here in the Coastal Plains of Georgia, as we see our temperatures fall from triple digits into the lower 90’s.

Outside, the birds swoop through the brush to take a sip from the birdbaths, and I’m reminded I need to go and refresh the water. The water warms too quickly in the summer sun.

photo courtesy
Robbie Wright

After the Storm

I step outside to a chorus of July flies, and a night cooled by earlier storms. A long legged spider sits encased in his web on my front porch railing, and water still drips from the overhanging plum branches.

The night is dark as the clouds obscure the moon, and the porch light barely illuminates the damp yard. A green tree frog sits under the light, poised to snare the beetle that climbs, oblivious, inches above him.

I walk across the sand to the edge of the road, and the murky pine forest looms before me. Somewhere nearby, a lone mockingbird sings.

courtesy Robbie Wright

Wednesday Musings

A dragonfly soars past my window as I lift the curtain back, and an airplane drifts against a cloudless sky. Near the ground below, a tiny yellow butterfly flutters in the weeds, pausing only seconds as it flits from leaf to leaf.

As a flock of bluejays sails across the field and disappears into the pine forest, and the occasional bee zips across my vision, I sit here in my air conditioned space and struggle to write.

It’s another hot day in the coastal plains of Georgia, with hotter days to follow, and July is fast approaching. My world seems limited to what is behind my curtain, and I struggle with the need to communicate, yet fall short.

I watch the wind stir the young oaks, and two brown thrashers flying between the branches. A gray cat catches my eye as she preens in the brush, and the afternoon shadows begin to fall.

photography courtesy http://rwrightphotography.blogspot.com/

Georgia Afternoon

It’s another 90 degree plus day in Georgia.  A wasp sits beside me on the window ledge behind the curtain, and I am hoping he will mind his own business and let me mind mine.

Outside, a female cardinal enjoys a splash in the birdbath, then flies to a nearby bush to preen. The dog digs a bed in the loose sand under the old Chevy truck, and stretches out for a lazy afternoon nap.

White clouds again adorn a pale blue sky without a hint of rain, and a slight breeze disturbs the stillness.