summer I am waiting for

On the drive home from work, the deep greens of the roadside ditches are flush with pale orange stars: day lilies, my online search tells me. Herald of summer, perhaps. As June trickles into July, the trees grow lush, and the days grow long here. The lingering sunshine energizes me, but I miss the quiet light of spring and the cooler morning air. Now I sit on the porch in the evenings and fan…