august scenes

August is the poignant month of mixed feelings. There is that sense of summer winding down and the approaching return to the straighter laces of fall.  And yet, the land is so ripe and rich with growth and color, the air layered with sound: the buzz of insects, the call of birds, the crunching about on the forest floor.  Even when it’s thick and silent, the ever-changing clouds seem to fill that space with a visual song of their own.

 

 

 

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when skies are gray…

Gold

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share some sunny flower love

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cultivate & nurture

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Beans

Onions

Sunflower

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along the road…

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there are miles of cornfields, 

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with stalks rising up to the sky.

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We crest a hill and stop to see mountains fading to lavender in the distance,

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trees lined up along a ridge,

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and the clouds hanging low to skim the land.

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