When the evenings in August become cool, you suddenly notice how quickly time flies. The sun hides behind the horizon earlier, leaving long shadows on the road, and the air begins to smell of dry grass and August warmth.
Summer passes quietly, without any warning, simply dissolving into the transparent foggy mornings. Every sunny day wants to be delayed for at least a moment. There is a desire to just sit on the porch, slow down the frantic pace of life and see around what usually flies past our eyes when we are in a hurry.
And all this summer beauty is held by flowers that make the short warm months truly alive. First, the timid first buds appear, then everything around explodes with bright June colors, and by the end of the season, the stable, slightly sad autumn asters remain.
The earth around us is constantly changing its appearance, transforming from a simple green field into something amazing, full of different shades and delicate scents. By this flowering it is so easy to guess what week it is, without even looking at the calendar. Flowers feed bees, decorate our window sills and give us a wonderful reason to finally tear ourselves away from our phone screens.
Petals do not live long, and this brevity makes us appreciate the moment even more. They bloom for a few days, catch the sun's rays, and then quietly fall off, giving way to fruits and new seeds. There is no sadness in this, because this order of things is absolutely natural. Summer manages to do its job even before the first cold rains come. It leaves us not only withered inflorescences, but also a special inner warmth that helps us survive the gloomy and long winter.
