A Summer's Day

I remember it was only a short while ago that I noticed the first dandelions appear here and there, and I was in no hurry to pluck them then.  But now, everything is as green and lush as it can be.
To enjoy the fresh air and to avoid the unbearable heat of an afternoon hike, I go for my daily walk earlier in the day now.  I was very happy to be out and to enjoy the brilliant sunshine this morning, and so were the little weeds and grasses that grew in the cracked pavements.
It was one of those lazy hazy summer days with not much movement or sound of any kind.  I sat under the old oak tree for some time before I made my way back home.  Along the pathways grew various kinds of wild flowers.  Some of the Queen Anne's Lace ended up in my glass vase to be admired during tea in the afternoon.

"It seems to me that we all look at Nature too much, and live with her too little.  I discern great sanity in the Greek attitude.  They never chattered about sunsets, or discussed whether the shadows on the grass were really mauve or not.  But they saw that the sea was for the swimmer, and the sand for the feet of the runner.  They loved the trees for the shadow that they cast, and the forest for its silence at noon."

- Oscar Wilde