Chronicles of a fleeting summer

June arrived with a radiant smile, bringing with it the gift of warmth and dryness. The sun-kissed days beckoned me outdoors, inviting me to bask in the golden glow and revel in the beauty of blooming flowers.

The honey scented roses filled the air with its sweet fragrance. I tried to scent the fragrance every morning and every evening. And how splendid it was!

But as June’s warmth embraced me, little did I know that a shift was on the horizon—a transformation that would paint the summer with a different hue.

With the extreme dryness and warmth in June with no rain in sight, nature started to wilt. The trees loosed the green hues and started to yellow and soon it felt like autumn in June if looking at the colors. And some trees and bushes dropped their leafs to be abel to endure the drought. It was strange to see fall colors in the midst of June.

And the one day July arrived with a gentle sigh, bringing rain to quench the thirst of the earth. The patter of raindrops became a soothing rhythm, a reminder that nature’s palette includes not just the sun’s brilliance but also the grace of rain.

In August, the rain continued. Some days more and some days little. Giving back the much needed wetness to mother earth, and giving us a bountiful harvest.

It usually is at it’s warmest on the second half of July and the first of august. Bit this year it was kind of backward. This summer was a reminder that nature’s rhythms are as varied as our own experiences. As the sun and rain intertwined, so are our moments of sunshine and rain.

By Tiina

I'm a Swedish Fine Art Self portrait Photographer and I love telling stories with my art. I can't imagine a world without love, imagination and creativity. That's what makes my heart and soul feel alive.

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