("We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun."~~Kent Nerburn) ... These words remind me--and my calendar confirms it--that August will be here tomorrow.
Already my prairie coneflowers are loaded with butterflies and have reached their full bloom. In the recent dry spell, they had begun to dry up but were saved by the late-July rains. Barring a drought, they will be here until frost.
Starting from a few plants installed years ago, these wonderful and sturdy perennials take care of themselves and are now gloriously widespread in my gardens. There is comfort in knowing these plants that die when this season is over will return in great numbers next year and thereafter; and so will the butterflies.
So go the ways of God's natural world.
~~Rose Moore, July 31, 2018
