Though my teenage self would surely recoil in horror at the announcement, I love the early morning. I feel a bit like I have the world to myself as I wait for the coffee pot to finish brewing and admire the eastern sky viewed from my kitchen window. This summer, I’ve taken that first cup of coffee outside with a book. I sit in the rocker and read and sip while the birds keep me company. With my second cup of coffee, I step off my porch to check on my dahlias. With the arrival of August, a profusion of flowers is tantalizingly close at hand.
I call this strip of flowers dahlia alley; the western sun and protection of the house seems to be a good fit for the plants.
From the front of the house, the dark yellow rudbeckia peeks over the shrubs, offering a bit of color before the dahlias come to full bloom.
There are at least a few more months of warm weather to soak up before seasonal change is upon us. The dahlias and I are determined to enjoy every bit the summer has to offer.