This color that is June.
This color sprinkled around the yard
has woven a conspiracy to intoxicate me.
And then there is this.
Battered by the trip in the passenger seat of
moving van #2, we thought our Meyer lemon
might be a goner.
But six weeks later, the breezeway is
filled with the scent of its many blossoms.
It sits on our three season porch next to my
grandmother's Christmas cactus, both now official Vermonters.
As the solstice approaches, it is best to pay attention to these beauties.
Before we know it, the sun will soon pull us to the other side of the year.