Something Beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of a year.
Southern Ohio has moved with dispatch from spring to summer. And the passing of spring always makes me a little sad. The snowballs have fallen petal by petal. Daffodils are long gone. The early irises are shrunken membranes and the tall willowy Siberian iris will finish its brief show this weekend. I have no lilacs here. The deer eat them and it’s been a month since I smelled them walking the little shopping district near my home. The two peonies I left in the ground have opened splendidly and I am drinking in the scent deep and long. They, too, will disappear in the heavy rain due the next few days.
To buoy my spirits, I began thinking of a uniquely summer spectacular—fireflies. They had all but disappeared in McFarland but here in Mariemont I was thrilled to see my back half acre filled with them last mid-June. They showed up around Grandma Pierick’s birthday and that was fitting.
I have buffered some of the loss of the spring blooms and delight myself with the coming constellation of little stars in my backyard. Beautiful.