Summer heat has arrived

No rain for five days and blasting heat.  My garden is showing the wilting.  I was out in it at 6AM with the two gallon watering can.

Lots of bees but very few butterflies.  I live in hope.

Here's a summer poem   by Sara Teasdale:

Summer Night, Riverside



In the wild soft summer darkness
How many and many a night we two together
Sat in the park and watched the Hudson
Wearing her lights like golden spangles
Glinting on black satin.
The rail along the curving pathway
Was low in a happy place to let us cross,
And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom
Sheltered us,
While your kisses and the flowers,
Falling, falling,
Tangled in my hair....

The frail white stars moved slowly over the sky.

And now, far off
In the fragrant darkness
The tree is tremulous again with bloom
For June comes back.

To-night what girl
Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair
This year's blossoms, clinging to its coils?



This poem is in the public domain.