The wildflower seed my husband planted this spring has produced hundreds of plants, all about knee high now, and just beginning to bloom.
They will continue to grow taller as they bloom from now until the first heavy frost, hopefully months away.
It feels like summer has just begun when you look at these fresh green leaves reaching for the sky.
But walking in the woods this morning, in mid-July, it feels like fall is on the way.
How can both things be possible at the same time?
I guess the same way I wish this summer would be over and I hope it’s never over.
It’s the summer my girl moved on and I wonder if I will feel as close to her once the season changes.
It’s the summer my girl moved on and I want the pain to ease and hope it does once the season changes.
Meanwhile, summer marches on, one day at a time, slipping away while I watch.
Just like she did.