Raspberries are ripening in the shade of a white pine,
Red monarda blooms in dappled light of a maple.
I think of Earl Grey tea and Captain Picard,
Time is our companion on this lazy hot day as always.
Spires of lavender buds tower over the mulch.
The pink roses are done blooming,
Hips are maturing as they do with each year that passes.
Sun tea sits in the grass, soon I’ll pour it over ice and drink.