According to the local meteorologists, July was slated to be the wettest in Pennsylvania's history. I have no idea if the prediction was confirmed...I stopped going outside.
It's now mid-August and it rains nearly every day - or storms through the night. One day...earlier in the month...we took a walk around the gardens. Michael spotted a beautiful black swallowtail on the bronze fennel...depositing her eggs. When she moved on, he showed me two delicate little yellow spheres clinging to the hair-like leaves of our fennel. Isn't nature remarkable? ♥
While I intended to photograph my property every, single day...this summer has proved rather unpredictable. And the one thing I promised myself is that I would not allow my self-assigned project to feel burdensome.
Downpours were saturating our ground, it was difficult to move through the drenched plants and honestly, my enthusiasm had been completely obliterated. I went through a sort of picture-block and couldn't motivate myself to step outside for yet another balmy photo session in a landscape that felt positively waterlogged. Tonight, when I found a handful of images from the beginning of August, they re-ignited my passion. I began posting again. There are more subjects to study. And quite a bit of summer left...I have lots to do!
The asters, the sneezeweed, the Joe Pye, the goldenrod...all are in bloom. And, beautiful. ♥