It’s a hot start to July.

The garden is heavy.

The day lily’s bow towards the porch and face up to the sun.

The climbing roses pull-down the trellises.

Those roses that climb the lilac, have bent the branches to block the door.

A million apples pull and arch the columnar,

And the espalier reaches for the ground.

While the jasmine, heavy and fragrant, lies upon the grass.