Both belong to August.
Just like the heat.
The official flower for August.
Also known as gladiola.
Or sword lily.
Symbolizing sincerity and strength of character.
You gotta have that to be born on a hot day.
The August birthstone.
Found in rocks spewed from volcanoes.
Another source of heat.
100 degrees is nothing compared to a volcano.
Yesterday we had 89 degrees.
And a breeze.
Almost felt like Fall.
Anything below 90 calls for a sweater.
If you need to know how hot it is, drive by Mason National Bank.
Or buy a thermometer at Mason Feed Store.
They have all kinds and sizes.
Even ones in the shape of Texas.
And hummingbird feeders too.
All kinds and sizes.
And boy, those hummers are out there.
Zinging about the blooming salvia.
Zipping and dipping and diving.
Into the Turk’s cap.
Into the butterfly bush.
Into the esperanza.
And every other blooming thing it finds.
Bees are busy buzzing too.
Yes, bees are alive and well in Mason.
At least they are in my yard.
All around the birdbath.
Drinkin’ away like a bunch of thirsty cowpokes.
Bees like Texas sage when it blooms.
And don’t forget bee brush.
You can find a lot of these plants at The Green House.
Or Mason Garden Market.
One day The Green House will have the product of all that busy bee-ness.
A taste of honey…
Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square.