As evening falls on a day with blue sky and cool breezes, I’m reminded of the western NY summers of my childhood, when the setting of the sun called for sweaters and the temperatures were perfect for bonfires. Tonight there’s a chance of a major meteor shower, and just as my sister and I used to do with my dad on clear cool summer nights, I’m going to drag a lounge chair out in the yard, to watch for shooting stars and make a wish for an entire summer of cool nights.
The sky pencil holly didn’t weather the rough winter too well, yet despite the sparse and straggling branches,
a cardinal couple found it to be the perfect place to set up housekeeping, and are tending some pale speckled eggs. This morning through the branches dripping with rain I could just see the bright orange beak and black mask of a patient mama cardinal.
If I stood with my face to the wind and looked straight up at the clouds scudding across skies first blue, then gray, I would think it autumn. But the blooming redbud and unfurling dogwood blossoms say otherwise. So I fill my planters with young spring plants. Soon enough they will crowd each other and spill over the edge, in the sweltering heat.