I found these wild flower shots the other day when I finally had some spare time to edit my photos from the last month. They were taken over our trips to Maine in July. I love how the Northeast absolutely explodes with wild flowers in the summer. All that pent up winter chill just bursting at the seams as if in a hurry to catch every ray of sunshine before fall arrives. And with Labor Day two weeks away fall is approaching fast. I hate to wish away the summer, but the end of summer also means our house will (hopefully) be habitable. Until then I will enjoy summer to the very last drop, and hopefully squeeze in another trip to Maine to see my sister. Don't these fields just scream "run through me?"