While enjoying the warmth of summer, I've had some moments of panic in realizing how fast it's going - especially in comparison to the length of last winter. (Is anyone still a little scarred by last winter)? Anyway, I'm pushing this to the back of my mind and thinking of how this summer has been marked by chasing after flowers with my camera. The orange butterfly weed and the yellow coneflowers have really stood apart, as well as some neighborhood sunflowers. I've never had much luck growing things myself, but these sunflowers are making me want to plant some of my own next year.
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky - The Seasons, Op. 37b - July "Song of the Reaper"