The day is ending
the air is fresh
the beetle is tending
its scented mesh.
A green butler lost
in a heady perfume,
an old table set
by a crusty old groom.
New life in clusters
new trees in groves
summer unearthing
the new with the old.
My soul is feasting
on celestial dew,
Come take a walk
and I’ll share it with you.
This just makes me happy. Beautiful, mon amie.
Amazingly beautiful.
Beautiful 
Your words read like a beautiful poem. Enjoy your yard and have a happy summer!
Awww, beautiful!
Ahh..
and, thank you.
xo
Like a breath of fresh air. A smile. The warmth of the sun.
A hug.
All of this and more.
Beautiful! Just beautiful!
That is the most beautiful thing I’ve read in a long time. Perfect in so many ways too.
And your yard… gorgeous!
Thank you Jackie!
I’m reading this post/seeing this post from my vantage point in dusty hot Abu Dhabi, where the prevailing color is tan, with the occasional splashes of blue from the Gulf. But mostly? Tan. Who knew that heat could be dust-colored? Your pictures and words are like long drinks of cool water. To echo Alexandra, “aaahhhh….”
Believe me, I know! My time in Djibouti is still fresh in my mind. Like you said, who knew heat could be dust-colored. Hang in there and enjoy all those other fringe benefits, because as you know, there are many!
My soul is feasting.
Love this.
Big big sigh . . . . Oh, how I long to be right there.
Beautiful. And thanks for posting the cute little shutter guy. Do you happen to know what those are called in French?
Scarabs are called “scarabée” in French. Or maybe there’s only one “e”
Beautiful. Every last part of this.