It's August. The moon was bright orange last night. I sit outside on the deck and watch the airplanes overhead, their lights twinkling against the dark clouds, red and green.
For me August is a transition month, a time of letting go the possibility of a carefree world of summer color and abundance to a more serious time of indoor commitments. As a child, I would get new books for school, as an adult I think about what I need to work on next: more writing, more painting, more observing nature and the beauty I have enjoyed since a small child. My neighbors seem to enjoy the beauty of grass without weeds and I watch sadly as they apply weed killer and pesticides, wishing for a time when clover and dandylions were in vogue. I find myself mourning for the fireflies as I think what our chemicals must do to them.
But today is a day to enjoy the ending of yet another summer. And today in celebration, I'm enjoying the wildflowers from an old abandoned farm outside of town. Nature has a way of helping us transition as we and the man made world around us move across the great sky, our lights twinkling in the dark.
Here are some photos of the flowers I saw today: Golden Rod, Queen Ann's Lace, Iron Weed, Cardinal Flower, Wild Flocks, Jewel Weed, and others.