On the walk to school, I remember the patterns of late summer. I recall other years of capturing photos of acorns. I love these green ones, fresh from the tree. I’m so excited for a new season. Come Autumn! Come quickly!
But (of course), I know better. There’s something to glean here.
I examine a few treasures of this season of too much: a mushroom born from too wet conditions, for example.
I notice the spotted jungly feel of this mushroom and remember the same spotted pattern in the snapdragons:
I love the heat of the jungle in this little neighborhood today. I can take the heat of summer for a few more weeks. Wishing it away means I miss some treasures that only grow right here and right now.