The light, oh the light! It is so beautifully rendered on the flowers and leaves – everything is glowing. I want to love it, but it’s hard on the eyes. We are always squinting these days.
In the garden, the light sneaks up on you when you’re not paying attention. On the way to school we march due east, and at ten after eight the sun is at eye level between the brick buildings and trees.
When I run in the afternoon, the sun is lower than the brim of my hat. I’m squinting all the time, but not complaining. I want the sun to stay a little longer.
The little one forgets her sunglasses (always) so we look for shade. We find flowers that are hiding from the sun as well, pressing the snooze button a few more times like I sort of wish I had.
The leaves are enormous, even the tiny ones look big compared to last week. They sense the need for shade as well, and take matters into their own hands.
But the brightness is unavoidable, so we suck it up and soak it up. We’ll need it soon.
The leaves are bigger than life.
But the flowers, and the shade, are delicate still.