Invites lingering reflection
Summer’s heat and humidity are the most common complaints on the South Texas Gulf Coast in the middle of July.In the Spring I hear “April showers bring May flowers”, but there don’t seem to be any comparable sayings pointing to blessings that a 106 heat index brings. However, the gifts are there, and I am reminded to count them. Here are a few.
Summer’s heat produces these vermilion flowers twisted into a tube with extended stamens protruding from the whorl. Some call the plant bleeding hearts; my grandmother called them Turks’ Caps and always had them in her East Texas yard. I adore these little twisted turbans. Their scarlet flashes are rivaled only by the red birds that like the berries left after the flowers fade.
Morning glories! Without the heat from the morning sun, they would stay closed shut. But with morning light, their fragile cobalt petals unfurl so the star in their throats can shine.
Honeysuckle vines reach for the heat and produce sweet nectar- bearing blooms that lure me with their fragrance.
Golden day lilies bare their cheerful faces to sunshine.
Peppers of all shapes, sizes and colors thrive in summer’s furnace along with yellow squash, zucchini, and melons. All these add nutritious goodness to our summer suppers.
Figs! Our abundant crop of figs is plenty to enjoy and more than enough to share.
Peaches are at their best in summer’s heat. My favorite variety ripens in August.
Fennel, basil, rosemary, sage, parsley, and all my favorite herbs don’t even begin to thrive until it begins to get hot. Cutting them just before they go into a light summer soup or salad gives a rich, fragrant treat for the cook!
I am grateful.
This will be a week of seeing night skies shot through with neon sprays of light accompanied by gasps and ahs as dramatic firework displays entertain crowds while smaller scale backyard pyrotechnics fizzle and pop.
I love better, bursts of bloom from our garden
crepe myrtle trees heavy with crinkly scarlet clusters
lifted against snowy clouds
free-floating in cerulean sky
I love better,stars blazing
in the heart of a morning glory
Too, the tall spires of indigo salvia,
fragrance from tiny white spears of sweet almond
seed fronds of native grasses waving and dancing
afternoon breezes coaxing music from wind chimes