At 10PM, it is still sweltering. The air thick and stifling. Our beloved Delta Breeze has abandoned us. Nothing moves unless it has to. These are the dog days of summer. The sunflower droops,
The Dahlia says “these puny petals are all that I can muster.”
The bees do their work as early as possible in the day,
And everyone would rather perch than fly.
But give a dog a little pool,
Or puppies a spray of water,
And somehow they find a way.
A few more days of century-plus weather.
Nothing to do but wait it out – and pine for it next winter.
“The magic fades too fast
the scent of summer never lasts…”
― Sanober Khan
Gardens For Goldens 