Summer walked through the garden today. The wildness has reached out. Oh blessings upon our humble place with the finding of a feather. It stood out in the grass to be admired. A Northern Flicker has passed by. Remember, she said, it is the harvest time of yellow corn and squash. Lammas is here and summer is in her glory. Enjoy the seeds now grown into bounty for the table.
The cotton tail will be by at dusk. The skunks will stroll through under the moon. The owls have been hoot-hoot-hooting with the stars. The graces of Gaia on this abode. An offering is wanting of cake and wine. My footsteps have wandered far this year, farther to tread with the goddess of yore.
A flicker peeps his song. The bumblebees gather pollen. In my garden is freedom and a friend. I went out to find friends. The feathered messenger asks why go so far when I am right here for you. There is plenty for us here. Stay, I have missed you. The gentleness of her touch in this simple gift of summer.