60" x 40"
At the height of summer, the trumpet vine blooms with its yellow-red hanging flowers. It climbs up the fence, to the eaves, down the siding, and attracts hummingbirds.
At the height of summer, the colors of plants seem to soak up the warmth of the sun. No wind... only the hummingbirds stir the air in the afternoon garden.
The opening lines of John Keats' poem, Sleep and Poetry, comes to my mind:
"What is more gentle than a wind in summer?
What is more soothing than the pretty hummer
That stays one moment in an open flower
And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower?"
In "Copious Summer," I wanted to reflect the sense of contentment that I feel at the height of summer.