This week, the Black-Eyed Susans and double Heliopsis have started to bloom, making this place known for it's main hue (after green): golden yellow.
They only add to the riot of color of mid-summer: the blue globes of Echinops have also started to show their sky, the orange, peach and maroon daylillies everywhere, the bright pink bee balm and fuschias, the paprika from the marigold, a bit of white fleebane, a bit of orange jewelweed, and of course, a lot, lot of orangy-crimson trumpet vine. One barely notices the white blooms of the hostas, hydrangea and the wild daisies amid the riot of rainbows.
The place should be full of hummingbirds, but they seem to have disappeared (although one showed up right after I posted this). Many kinds of butterflies come to visit at the same time every afternoon, each specimen of its family on its own secret schedule.
Many birds have fledged: I can only hear a baby Cardinal begging for food now. The Robins, Tree Sparrows, Chipping Sparrows, Mourning Doves all have their families up and about, getting their own food but still following the parents. Last week, a female Goldfinch was still gathering hair for the nest under the watchful eye of her male, so I wonder how they are getting along raising their chicks.
The Ospreys stay in pairs, dancing wonderful ballet up in the sky, crying out with all their might. I'm sure they appreciate the fine summer weather as much as I am.
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