August, the season of lilies.
Our ridge meadow farm is home to several varieties of lily. From the humble roadside field lily
to the the ephemeral blossoms in our pond.
Just now our brick walk flower bed is bursting forth and the aroma, especially under the stars, is amazing.
And for that reason I chose this piece of art glass as my welcome home gift to myself when we bought the farm. It never fails to center me, to bring hope, to ease.