The indian lilac beside the gate is coming out now. This is the sign of mid summer here. Again, these trees were planted by my father a couple of decades ago. I wonder if he has imagined what I feel watching the flowers. Corn was hrvested. I have boiled it in a pressure cooker as father used to do. Boiled corn has been brought on the table by my father every morning.
In several weeks, cool breeze may come on here, telling us it is the early fall starting. I am sure my parents have felt the season in the same way. A chain of lives goes on.