Summer's First Day

It is One Hundred Degrees and the Sun burns like a fire.  The sugar snap peas reach for the baking sky, laden with sweet, crisp seed pods.  The solid trellis bends to the north under the weight of the vines; the twine on the pine frame is taut like piano wire.

It is so hot and humid.  The only energy I can muster is to pick peas, stepping between rows of other greens, catching some breeze in the little shade of the vines. 

The garden is early this year, a month ahead.  Many plants sprout bright flowers, already gone to seed.  

It is summer’s first day.  The longest day.  Everything is growing and reaching for the sky.

David Rocchio lives, works and writes in Stowe, Vermont.  (c) 2012 David Rocchio