Summer subtleties

Once we get into summer, the season can feel a bit like a solid block of experience. There have been flowers since the spring, there are flowers now. We may look for early signs of autumn instead for a sense of the seasonal. Those are certainly present – the hawthorn and elder both have small green fruit starting to swell and ripen.

In practice, there’s a lot of nuance in the flowers at this time of year. Seeing it depends on paying attention to the details. There are big swathes of flowers out there, but some flowers come later in the season than the others. The purple loosestrife is at its peak right now, while the meadowsweet is starting to die back. The teasels are flowering, the thistles are producing fluffy seeds. On the ragwort, the cinnabar moth caterpillars are large, and fat, or disappearing as they head for cocoons.

Every day, something is different. Seeing the difference depends on re-visiting and familiarity. Seasonal shifts are subtle processes and the less time a person spends looking for them, the harder it is to read.

There are more teenage birds about, but some birds are into their second and third clutches, so there are young birds around at all different stages of development.

One of the hardest things for me this year has been seeing which trees haven’t come into leaf at all. Some of them were always late, and I kept watching and waiting and hoping. There is a large, ancient hawthorn that stands beside a spring near one of the paths. It was a magical tree, but this summer there have been no signs of life. I don’t know when exactly it died, or how long it may continue to stand in this state. Life goes on within in it and on it – it is still a habitat and still supporting a lot of other life.

Dying away is not just an activity for the autumn. The grass on the commons is already well under way with its own death. Many of the early flowers have already died back. Summer is as much a time of death as it is a time of high energy.

About Nimue Brown

Druid, author, dreamer, folk enthusiast, parent, polyamourous animist, ant-fash, anti-capitalist, bisexual steampunk. Drinker of coffee, maker of puddings. Exploring life as a Pagan, seeking good and meaningful ways to be, struggling with mental health issues and worried about many things. View all posts by Nimue Brown

2 responses to “Summer subtleties

  • Yvonne Aburrow

    In Ontario, there are a lot of dead trees in swamps, which have presumably died because their roots get waterlogged. It’s still weird to me to see so many bare branches in summer.

    This time of year, the cicadas start screeching and the frogs start saying “gloop gloop”. The rose of Sharon trees are flowering now too. And rosehips are starting to form.

  • plateresca

    Actually, summer is deadly where I live, in Spain. More plants die from the scorching heat and drought than from rain, and winters are very mild here, we seldom see snow. When I plant something, I’m usually more worried about it surviving the summer than the winter.
    But I think life and death are always present, always somewhere close when we’re talking about plants and nature. I’ve transplanted a hibiscus from home and it was burnt down by the sun, BUT it dropped a seed and now there’s a small baby hibiscus there and I keep my fingers crossed, I do so hope it will make it.

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