Summer

Summer is my favorite season, and when I say so, it raises eyebrows in my part of the world.  Summer?  Afterall, it is nearly unbearable with heat and humidity in the gulf coast states. 

But no.  It is more than bearable.  It is the fullness of time when nature does all she can do; when fruit ripens and tomato sandwiches are a possibility; when peaches ripen and the juice runs down my chin; when hydrangeas and agapantha bloom and enchant so that I almost believe that fairies do dance in my garden; when the earth is covered in the rained blossoms of crepe myrtle; when fireflies illunminate the night sky and I look forward to seeing my garden bathed in the silver light of the full moon.  

And nights so very quiet but for the hum of a fan...