Beautiful June

We had beautiful irises blooming along the rock hedge at the top of the hill at the farm. Mom used to call them “June Bloomers”. I didn’t know until I was several years older that they had another name…Irises. Every year when the calendar turns over to June, I think of Mom and those flowers.

I love summer because the sunlight lingers. In the winter it seems the sun dashes across the sky on its way to warmer places.

Thankfully, we have had rain this week. Lots of it. As I listened in the middle of the night, I wondered how much weight the sky was expelling as the downpour went on and on. The rain was fast and heavy and thick. The weight of the rain made the roof roar as it collided with the obstacle in its path. As I listened from the comfort and safety of my bedroom, I kept marveling how the sky could hold and transport that much moisture. It’s a marvel, isn’t it?

So much of what we (perhaps) overlook is actually amazing. Did you know ants can sense when rain is coming, and they build up their anthills to keep the water from pouring in? I have proof of this in my front yard right now. Several small, but intricately created little hills popped up within the past few days.

I guess I’m feeling sentimental about nature today, and the wonders it brings. I hope I never lose the youthful exuberance of looking for June Bloomers.

– RG