Thunderstorms rumble and the sky darkens with ominous clouds fat with rain; blue streaks of lightening flashes and with a crack rain pours in a deluge drenching everything.   Passing in moments; the sun comes out to dry the ground.  The scent of recent rain permeates the air.  

Fruit hangs heavy from tree and vine,  glistening blackberries,  red raspberries and sweet strawberries for the picking.   Tomatoes turn from green to red or yellow.   Tempting the taste buds.  Summer squash, green and yellow, spread out in the garden and cabbage heads grow in a row.   Corn grows tall, green and tassles form on it’s stalks while the cobs fatten with yellow kernels.  

Apricots and peaches hang heavy from trees as does cherries tempting birds, beast and human alike to pick one or many.   Squirrels bark in the forest and birds trill as they fly from tree to tree.  Hummingbirds hover around feeders or red trumpet flowers in the garden.   Roses, hollyhocks, lupine, daisies and other flowers bloom in an array of color in the yard and garden.   Wildflowers too grow with purples, white, yellows, blue, red, orange a myraid rainbow of color along dusty country roads. 

Driving in the country windows rolled down we see deer grazing in freshly hay mowed fields and the heady scent of fresh mown hay scents the air and we breath in enchanted with the night.   A Golden globe rises from behind a hillside as evening stars twinkle from the heavens.   

In the house;  rows of jars line the counter from mom’s canning all day peaches, applesauce, tomates, jams and jellies plucked from the trees and garden now sit in cooling jars.   Dad sits eating hot buttered biscuits fresh from the oven and dipped in hot jelly.   Mom sits in the kitchen doorway, catching the cool evening breezes letting them blow over her face hot from her canning and cooking.  Grandpa comes in from milking Pansy our brown and white Guernsey cow and strains the foaming bucket of milk into three gallon jars setting them in the cooler.  In the morning mom will skim off the thick yellow cream and serve it with fresh peaches for breakfast.    Grandma sits snapping beans in her rocker on the porch and Suzy my big sister is cleaning brown eggs taken from the hen house.