My Version of Summer in the Hamptons

My version of summer in the Hamptons ... dragonflies flitting in the sunshine, bats swooping at dusk, turtle visitors in the moss garden, screech owls calling for mates at night, yellow jackets in the compost heap, pond lilies that know to close their petals when the sun goes down and reopen them again at dawn, and a precious month old filly with braces on her legs accepting healing, biting and sucking at any part of me within reach, her head in my lap, as I crouch in her stall, covered with hay and flies, my hands listening to her body's needs, praying for her recovery and knowing I have to let go. But I still wish, really really hard, that I will see her grow up and run free.