Late summer in the garden tends to feel rather lemony. Mama Chipmunk’s grandchildren clamor for slices of her lemon cardamom cake (with a dollop of whipped cream, of course). Everyone tries to stay somewhat cool and refreshed in the heat by drinking tart, ice-cold lemonade.

And when the seed heads of the purple coneflowers ripen, the lemony-hued goldfinches return to the garden for their annual feast.

(August 2022)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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