The queen of all flowers. Bright pure white stars illuminating the weary dog days and nights of July and August. Heavenly scent permeating the soft humid evenings. Beautiful wrapped bows of joy bursting out of narrow green pods. Made by God. What else can I say about these, one of my favorite flowers? So happy because I've got 12 blooms this summer. Previous summers kept seeing the stalks broken - probably by the wild turkeys stepping through them. My husband put a small fence solution around them in the spring, and voila! They came.
Summer evenings can be beautiful, magical, full of delight. One can understand why so many stories were written about fairies and other magical happenings at this time of day, in this season. These photos were taken during one of those hushed warm evenings, when the sun has just set. The truck was asleep on a bed of moonlit-drenched hydrangeas, transforming it into something other than a truck. Maybe a flying time machine at rest or a coach flown by moths and bats. Even in the dead of winter, I can watch this video to see the fireflies.