For Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge. Yesterday was the first day this summer the thermometre topped 100°F (38°C°) but the flowers are still blooming.
after hay-making
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Lovely words and photo–it looks like the flowers are dancing. 😀
It’s going to be close to 100 today, and it was already in the 80s at 5:30 this morning–but with high humidity, too (83% now, dew point at 76). I’m skipping my morning walk today.
I’ve kept meaning to photograph this arrangement of blue and yellow flowers. The bank behind the house (north side) is covered in them but whenever I think to do it, they have all closed up in the heat or the sun. This is a little clump in the shade of tree in front of the house. The others had all disappeared.
It’s a toss up at the moment between going out while it’s cool or using the best part of the morning for working.
They’re very pretty.
That’s always my dilemma, since I’m such a morning person. 🙂
I’m a wannabe morning person 🙂
Hahahaha.
Words and photos in harmony, like life…. I wish 😜💜💜
Flowers manage it, but we have problems 🙂
Yes indeed 😌
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Great situation, and a wonderful poem covering great life. Thank you Jane. Have a wonderful week. Michael
Thank you, Michael. Enjoy the sunshine 🙂
Thank you Jane. You too. 🙂
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A fabulous poem!
Thanks Lucy 🙂
The flowers are like little constellations.
Everything is wilting here–heat and humidity for days and days. They keep warning us the power may go out but it hasn’t yet. (K)
They are, I love them but they are the devil to get out when they start to take over.
The electricity? Cables melt?
Too many air conditioners going at the same time overloading the grid. I’m surviving with open windows and fans myself.
Covid loves air conditioning.
The city has air conditioned cooling centers but I can’t imagine how they manage social distancing inside them. Choose your poison I suppose.
The airlines here are imposing surgical masks, one for every three hours of flight, on passengers or they won’t be allowed on board. Our youngest is currently on a 15 hour bus journey to come home from college (finally!) and hardly any of the passengers are wearing masks, and they’re packed in, a full bus. The driver said he’d asked people to wear masks but they won’t listen. A bus driver was beaten to death last week for doing just that.
It boggles the mind the behavior of humans. I hope she returns safely.
She’s landed and said the second half of the journey they were down to one passenger every two seats. I just hope she’s not brought the virus with her.
Fingers crossed.
Lovely words and pretty blue flowers Jane 🙂
Thanks Christine. They are pretty but I think we need a few cows to keep them under control.
Yes! I’m sure they’ll be happy to oblige 🤣👍
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Nature and you have the flowers looking at their summer best. If some pollen migrates its way over here, that would be a benediction.
You’re very welcome to a few hundred chicory plants. They are a glorious blue, but their roots go down to the centre of the earth.
It’s hot here in Arizona. I do love seeing the flowers blooming. Splendid imagery. Put me in your garden. ❤
The garden is just the narrow strip around the walls of the house, and the flowers struggle. The rest is meadow, and the wildflowers manage to cope 🙂
When we moved here last year, we had a block wall garden (narrow strip along the side wall) added with some drip irrigation. It works pretty well, but for the vegetables we have to hand water them as well. Now, a meadow… that sounds lovely and peaceful. ❤
This is what it looks like in April/May, at its prettiest.
https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2020/05/03/orchids/
Gorgeous meadow, Jane. I could smell the grasses! 😍
They are all growing back after the haymaking, not the orchids, but cow parsley, trefoil, clover chicory, cat’s ears, so the butterflies and the bees are still here 🙂
I love walking in a meadow and feeling the heat rise from the grasses. So much sensory detail to work with.