Then, at times, it dazzles.
Right now the timothy grass shines in the late day sun, black eyed susans nod in a breeze, and milkweed is blooming pink and bold in upright towers. Lacy white feverfew sweeps about the whole scene.
The noise and rustle of the meadow is soothing, offset by the cacophony of bird calls out there. Hawks patrol from overhead and when they do, the crows let everyone know. Yellow finches wait patiently for the big spiky thistles to bloom and ripen.
The homeowner's association we belong to owns the land in common, but no one in the neighborhood can even see it. It is viewable only from our back yard. The association does not do anything to maintain it. On his own, Jim mows some paths through the dense foliage all summer, and we can walk out there.
Sometimes I don't even see the wildlife or the plants, I only notice the light in the meadow, and how it is so changeable.
On hot nights in early July, the whole area flashes and twinkles with fireflies.
I really wish you could see that.
Some views of the meadow over time: