A Summer Day in the Country
(please scroll down for the Buried Treasure post) A Summer day in the country When the ordinary ceases to amaze… the unblemished coreopsis fanned out in perfection alongside the old black barn; when I tire of the honeysuckle, lush, fragrant still beneath the withering July sun; when I no longer notice the checkered flight of a startled butterfly, or a female cardinal paused in the sanctum of fallen branches as though hiding, for a moment, from the duties of her nest, that to an uninterested eye, might appear casual, dull even; when weathered wood Isn’t poised for the click of my shutter, just peeling paint, curling away from the knotted grain; Then I will know that, even on an otherwise remarkable day I will have forgotten how to see. dedicated to Jilly
