Wednesday, June 26, 2013

June 21

The grass is getting tall now, the wild roses getting higher and pumping out flowers with equal vigor. All around us, hidden animals explode from secret resting places in the vegetation. Grass waves and earth rumbles with the shock of their hooves.

Why are fawns speckled?
Their mothers eat white roses
before they are born.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

June 11

Almost the longest day of the year without ever getting light out: a good season for bare-root fruit trees, or sleeping. The hay grasses, prepared to flower, droop to the ground. The scent of multiflora hangs invisible on the trail; sweetbriars that went over the fence a century ago hang illustration-like from old apple trees.

Corgi snuffling.
Rabbit shot from grass cannon.
Too wet to give chase.