A week since I last posted! Stories and ideas have run about in my head--a result of trying to finish a family history project [not finished!] in between the demands of harvesting and putting up produce.
Odd segments of days and nights pop out with clarity---for the most part, the days were a repetition of hot and humid weather that left my brain feeling muffled.
The sunflowers are enjoying the heat. The ones in the rear of the bed are towering.
Today I found that one had crashed down.
I have to look up the name of this wildflower--again. Bovey Belle kindly identified it for me last summer.
I used to remember this sort of thing.
Daisies, fresh before the heat of the day exhausts them.
Queen Anne's lace--to me one of the most beautiful and intricate of common wildlings.
I spotted this oddly branched goldenrod from a distance.
The dense bit in the middle looked like a bird's nest until I got closer.
This photo was an instant favorite. I looked back at the tobacco barn awash in a field of Queen Anne's Lace that danced gently in an early morning breeze.
I remember as a child the sensation of lying down in a stand of uncut hay to gaze up at the sky--or flopping face down, supported by elbows to look at the grass roots.
I balanced on one knee to take this shot--there is a slight rise up to the barn, emphasized by the angle of the photo. I almost think I could paint it.