Flowers of
August all around us. The big red circle of lips of the perennial hibiscus (top
photo) opening for their day in the sun. Each day another, and then they
depart.
The
red-orange daylilies (second photo) counting off their own days, standing
against the deep and shady greens. 
Delicate pink
of the anemones (third photo), why are you so much in a hurry to stick your long
neck into August? We'll miss you when you're gone.
August
tricks us. We think it will last forever.
But the
signs of change are all around us.We hear the crickets, the wild song and dance
of the full month of summer. When we hear the crickets, the cicada song, the
long lean buzz of the locusts -- they sing the locust electric -- things are
already late. 
These
six-legged singers are the party guys of August. Crack open another, the night
is young. The nights begin earlier this month. They're beautiful, still warm at
the start, their color clear and deep in the in luscious twilight, but each
night eats up a little more of last full month of summer.
The Queen
Anne's Lace open their wide white umbrellas (fourth photo down), turning the
lanes white, bowing to the sun. The Black-Eyed-Susans cling together, filling
all the space you give them.
It's time
for the annuals to shine (fifth photo down). If you grow them from seed, the
cosmos are still thin and lacy in August. Preteens at their summer games.
The cone
flowers (sixth photo) wear pink and white petaled skirts around the gumdrop
hills of a darker seed, pushing their noses up the sky. Strong and straight
after a rain. 
The last of
giant two-toned, dark-throated daylilies (seventh photo) open their eyes and
stare at the world in amazement. Exactly how we look at them.
Blue
thistles crown the tops of the mint (glimpsed above in the fourth photo). They mingle everywhere,
opportunists, scented, seeking a touch too much to please.
The Rose of
Sharon (bottom photo), white and exalted, shines in August.
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