Summer is coming to it’s fullness.
Garden flowers are showing their bright colours.
The grass on the hills is turning a sunburnt golden hue.
And we find ourselves seeking respite from her piercing rays.
We pitch the tent under a tree.
We enjoy the cool of the bush for a walk during the day.
We cool off at the river’s edge.
And everywhere we go we hear it…Summer’s song.
Cicada’s in chorus.
#Grateful for this sound I have missed over the last few years away from New Zealand. Sounds that, for me, are child memories of warm Summer days.
Loving Summer’s song.