We all need a place where perfect relaxation is possible. My place
is in the chair on the right in this photo, tucked behind ridiculously
red "Jacob Cline" monarda and "White Swan" echinacea.
To my right, not visible in the picture above, is a streetside hedge of mixed physocarpus (and assorted other things), giving privacy without isolation in the unlikely event that I should ever need to summon help from the neighbors. (I read too many mysteries in the summer.)
Sometimes, hummingbirds decide to visit,
but even when they don't, one of my favorite things to do in the
yard these days is nothing. With all the daisies and grasses in bloom right now, there is never
a dull moment.
For instance, sitting with a cup of coffee this morning, I got to enjoy a pair of goldfinches nibbling the rudbeckia. The presence of darting golden birds is worth the sacrifice of a few petals. Before dinner, a pair of mourning doves was courting on the ground under the birdfeeder, while adolescent finches (still at the adorable fuzzy-eyebrows stage) sat on various perches and poles demanding food from their parents (despite the presence of food all around them).
This has not been a good butterfly year so far, but we do have our share of whites and sulfurs, not to mention LOTS of fireflies.
But the honest truth is, my favorite summer non-activity
is watching the feather grass wave in the breeze.
Who needs to visit the Low Country salt marshes when there's paradise in Parkersburg?
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