This completes the Maidens of the Year cycle. Maiden of Spring, now The Summer Maiden, then the Lady of the Fall and finally The Maiden of Christmas Solstice.
I like that the sunlight is that syrupy gold that just whispers of drowsy sleepiness as the insects drone in the background. It is so quiet you can hear the butterflies as they flap their wings. August is always the height of summer here. Hot, humid, sunny. Makes you want to sit on a porch swing and just look out over the landscape while your brain slumbers.
