We've just passed the peak of summer here.
The day lilies have almost finished their show, and the shasta daisies
are starting to die away.
Deep green annabelles age calmly, while apples ripen and
weigh branches to sweep lower.
The bees seem a little bit frantic as they do their day's work. They don't even go home
for the night, but find a spot to sleep in the purple coneflower so they can
wake up and get right back to work.
It's the only safe time to pet a bee, by the way,
if you ever wanted to have that pleasure.
What's the end of July look like where you live?