7.29.14 Out early enough that the grass is dew sopped; late enough that stunning sunlight spills upon everything, in every direction.

Out early enough that the grass is dew sopped; late enough that stunning sunlight spills upon everything, in every direction. 

The dew cold and fresh as only morning dew can be, on bare feet. Dew upon flowers and early rising bees . And, I wonder- on the swift almost unseen burgundy hummingbirds? Who we find delighting in their best season: The delicious Red Bee Balm coming to a close; the light lavender just on the cusp of exploding into that colorful cascade of deliciousness for hummingbird and butterfly and bee alike. 

The Phlox more enormous every year, if that's possible - probably over 5' this time around. The luxuriant thick Scarlet Runner Bean blossoms rangling across the arch, languid -like some sort of aphrodisiac is certain, from the looks of it. 

Towering Mallows food for all, pink beauty blossoms all along the soft feathery leaves - and the sprite young weightless Sparrow babes find the Japanese Beetle population there easy pickings.
The Kale coming up for perhaps the fourth year on their own ; you can imagine hearing them stretching as they bear their deep green leaves . 

As we close in upon the ripe red cherry tomatoes that pop in your mouth, warm from the morning's sun, a taste never found from any store purchase. 

Down the conservation fields, the young Doe lingers with ease, innocent of things like hungry winter Coywolves, hunters, motherhood, or hunger itself. Having her fair share of summer 'a bulk and tastes and morning safety and delight.

Overhead the first clutch of egg's offspring are swinging by everywhere you turn, filled with easy found breakfast, lunch and dinner; chasing each other through the deep dark Sumac and the tall aged Maples, playing about their birthplace, their nests and birdhouses; everywhere at home.