The rainy August roadside is lush and green.
Watered by unusually bountiful rains of late July, the verdant ditch bank is broken only by sporadic clumps of Solidago, a few eager goldenrods getting an early jump on fall.
Then, suddenly, silently, a shower of orange sparks!
Our old friend, the yellow fringed orchid, Platanthera ciliaris.
A solitary plant this year on a roadside right-of-way populated by a dozen or more in the year just past.
But a blessing nonetheless, on a dreary August morn.
And just down the bank, mere meters away, a shout of boldest orange-almost-red.
Three wild lilies, at the peak of their blooming, reminding us again that the August rain, even (or especially) on a busy Saturday, is a most glorious blessing.