August, like a cherished, faded bloom, is being tucked away and pressed between the pages of an unwieldy book to be preserved and remembered as a sweet and affable time.  Summer is dwindling and grows weary and worn, her…

  The sallow tones of late Summer were exacerbated by the ripened afternoon sun that made visible every flaw and anomaly.  A fine, golden mist was suspended in the thick, gummy air, never quite making it to the ground.  It fell silently…

  Ponderous grows the landscape, sluggish is the lawn.  The vibrant, lively hues of Summer ripen and languish.  Glowing sprays of Goldenrod permeate the garden while ornamental grasses brandish their feathery tufts of bronze seed heads.  Gold finches return to assess the maturing…

  The air was silken and blithe, with the ease and simplicity only a Summer’s night could construe.  The velvety, sapphire sky was studded here and there with flickering stars.  The earth had quieted, save for the rhythmic rise and…

  The weathered stone was cool and smooth, flocked here and there with moss, its jagged edges softened by the elements and constant patter of traffic.  Flanked on each side, the perennials began to crowd the path, decked in seasonal…

Spilling over the side of a rock, the silken web rippled in the wind, like trickling water, precariously lit by the gilded rays of the setting sun.  The fiery Daylilies seemed to snap close while the ornamental grasses swayed rhythmically…

Like a thousand tiny lanterns flickering here and there amongst the fading light, the Fireflies made a rousing return to the evening landscape.  Their debut seemed celebratory, and we were a captive audience.  As the night sky deepened and darkened,…

The fiery breath of June, like a wrathful mythological beast, scalded and singed the delicate flesh and suffocated the psyche and spirit with stifling humidity.  The world had grown still and silent aside from the occasional hiss of wind.  Until the…