Haymaking starts somewhere in July. Poems by S.Ya

Poems about July for older preschoolers and younger schoolchildren

July the sufferer

July is the peak of summer,

And the earth is sunny

Caressed, warmed.

I'm on a throne of sand

In a chamomile crown

Like a king.

Swimming, sunbathing

And I help my mother:

I will weed all the beds -

I don't like to be lazy.

July is a seething sufferer,

A horseman with a wreath of berries.

M. Sukhorukova

July

Haymaking is in July

Sometimes thunder grumbles somewhere,

And ready to leave the hive

Young bee swarm.

S. Marshak

July

Take a look into the July forest -

Strawberries are ripening.

Each clearing -

Self-assembled tablecloth.

Found in July

Very tasty finds.

All pots know this,

Jars, bowls, pans

V. Berestov

Good morning!

The sleepy birch trees smiled,

Silk braids are disheveled,

Green earrings rustle

And the silver dews burn.

The fence is overgrown with nettles

Dressed in bright mother of pearl

And, swaying, whispers playfully:

"Good morning!".

S. Yesenin

Evening

Pale pink stripe

Dawn goes out behind the mountain.

The ear is dozing, bending over

Above the dewy boundary.

The day says goodbye to the earth.

Quietly, quietly the night goes by,

In the sky a month follows

The stars lead clear.

A. Pleshcheev

Rainbow

Seven-color arc

It stood above the houses.

This, my son, is a rainbow, -

Mom told me. -

If it's raining but there's sunshine

Shines brightly from above,

Meet the rainbow at the window:

You will recognize the seven colors.

A. Loktev

Rainbow

A beautiful rainbow came out,

Multi-colored braid.

Variegated ribbons in a braid -

And there are exactly seven of them in total.

The beauty gives them -

Take whichever one you like.

E. Izmailov

Cilia

Why is this suddenly

Has the meadow turned white today?

The children are all running there.

Has something happened?

A flock of birds flew away.

So I’m running to the meadow...

Very white eyelashes

By the daisies in the meadow.

S. Khudyakov

Daisies

White daisies scattered

Through the meadows, among tall grasses.

It's like someone scattered papers

Drawing suns on them.

A ringing bell invites

Gather them into a field bouquet,

But daisies are cunning girls -

They just smile back.

G. Novitskaya

Haymaking

Haymaking, haymaking,

The meadow was left without hair!

He has his hair cut in braids,

He is sprinkled with dew.

The haystacks scattered like a herd,

Just don't graze them.

We all helped adults:

They raked and raked.

And when the haystacks were swept away,

We counted them ourselves!

M. Sadovsky

Haymaking

Haymaking, haymaking,

A cart of hay and a cart again.

Haystack and new haystack.

Both in the fields and along the roads.

How is this hairstyle

Good for summer!

And Tokmakova

What a sunshine

It's dawning, it's dawning...

The village is waking up.

The sun rises early,

He calls everyone to exercise.

Woke up the piglet

And a foal

Mother duck and ducklings

On a crooked willow they are giggling,

There are sunflowers under the window.

What sunshine!

E. Avdienko

In the garden

Suppresses weeds

Pea bushes,

And the carrots are barely visible.

In general, things are bad.

Carrots won't grow that way

It won't do any good!

Two sisters again today

We went out to weed.

Marinka has two hands,

And Sveta has two hands,

Work went well

Watch out, weeds!

A. Barto

Builders

Let your parents not be angry

That the builders will get dirty.

Because the one who builds

He's worth something!

And it doesn't matter what for now

This house is made of sand!

B. Zakhoder

In the forest

We are looking for mushrooms in the forest,

We keep a keen eye on the bumps:

Isn't the russula sticking out?

Whiteleg, Snow White?

Here is a handsome boletus

I clung to the rotten stump.

Through the aspen thicket

The bastard is widening his eyes,

Ryzhik loves to live under the Christmas tree,

Important, strict and caustic,

There is a row of hats on a driftwood -

A whole brood of mushrooms!

Between birch trunks,

In pink sundresses

Girlfriends,

Wave girls.

We are going with baskets,

We bring mushrooms home.

I. Shmyrova

How I picked mushrooms

I went for mushrooms.

I lost my basket.

While I was looking for her,

I lost my scarf.

While I was looking for her,

I lost the tape.

While I was looking for her,

The slipper is missing.

So that my mother doesn’t scold me,

I'll go look first!

While I was looking for the ribbon,

I found a scarf in the grass.

While I was looking for a slipper,

I found a basket in the leaves.

And here is the ribbon with the slipper,

And there are two waves nearby,

Two white ones, two saffron milk caps

And three big pigs!

And mom didn’t scold me!

I. Pivovarova

Curious butterfly

The cabbage plant flaps its white wings,

As soon as it rises, it immediately falls.

Sits on the edge of a white chamomile:

Honey or tea in this little cup?

G. Glushnev

Bumblebee

Bumblebee heavy, striped

I flew in the garden all day.

He didn't just fly

He was counting flowers in the garden.

He grumbled: “It’s hard work!

After all, the flowers in the garden

No bill."

E. Feyerabend

Spikelet

spikelet,

Who helped you grow?

Warm wind, May thunder,

The sun is in the blue sky.

And also human hands,

That there is no boredom in work.

I can't be like this without them

Strong, tall, golden!

N. Krasilnikov

Where the sun lives

Everyone lives somewhere:

Fish is in the river,

There's a mole in the hole,

The hare is in the field,

The mouse is in the straw,

I'm in a big brick house.

The dog Volchok is in my yard,

In a wooden kennel;

Murka the cat is on the sofa,

Zebras - in Africa, in the savannah.

In the dark jungle there is a hippopotamus...

Well, where does the sun live?

Day and morning, it's clear

It’s wonderful for him to live in the sky,

Well, in the evening and at night,

When everything is dark,

Where does the sun walk then?

Where does it live then?..

Per. with Kalm. I. Maznina, L. Mezinova V. Shugraeva

I found myself a bug

On a forest chamomile.

I don't want to hold it in my hands

Let it lie in your pocket.

There are six paws and two eyes,

Crack on the back...

This is good grass

Here, eat the blades of grass!

Oh, fell, fell from my hands,

Nose covered with dust.

The green beetle flew away

Flew away on wings.

M. Klokova

Spider

Brilliant

Air road

They flash quickly

Either arms, then legs.

It's lunch

The spider is in a hurry,

From maple to Christmas tree,

From leaf to branch.

So clever and fast

As if in the world

There is no road more spacious and wider.

I. Maznin

Snail

I'm afraid to leave home

I go with him to see friends

And although with great difficulty

But I crawl into the house with the house.

A. Kondratiev

Already was terribly indignant:

Scared of us?

What nonsense!

Of course I look like a snake

But it’s not at all poisonous!

A. Kondratiev

Lizard

I caught a lizard

Fear stopped me.

What is there to be afraid of?

The tail may come off!

G. Vieru

Rooster

KOO-KA-RE-KOO! - the rooster crows,

The fishermen's fire went out.

Dew sparkles in the meadow.

The night is over!

KOO-KA-RE-KOO!

B. Protasov

On the lake

Very important, don't rush

Into the lake of reeds

Two ducks swam out.

And behind them - wow! -

Brave guys, friendly ducklings.

They swim just as slowly,

It is also important to drink water.

Well, exactly the same

Like mothers,

Only small ones.

S. Ivanov

The ducks wandered to the river

The ducks wandered and waddled towards the river,

And the dogs from the banks barked:

Bow-wow!..

Quack quack!..

You will drown in vain!

The lame ones answered:

The river is full of food for us.

That's why we're ducks

To swim here!

M. Yasnov

Geese are walking

Careful, one after another,

Along a path through a motley meadow,

Goose style - single file

Geese walk barefoot.

E. Avdienko

Rain

Rain, rain, what are you pouring?

You won't let us go for a walk!

I am rainwater

My land, mine, mine!

My roof and fence,

My street and yard.

S. Pogorelovsky

Rain

Rain, rain, drop,

Water Saber,

I cut a puddle, I cut a puddle,

Cut, cut, didn't cut,

And he stopped.

I. Tokmakova

What kind of rain?

The rain was dripping, drizzling,

He let it go, knocked, mowed down,

It poured like a shower, stood like a wall,

He drummed and crushed herbs.

The rain is blind and pouring,

Growing, mushroom,

Covered, hanging, disputed,

Sleepy, slow and fast.

Like a reed, standing upright,

Both cold and hot.

And also thunderstorm,

Rainbow, stripe.

Parallels and in a grid,

And in the wind - even into a cage,

That's how much rain there is

For plants and people.

O. Grigoriev

Shower

It's raining! It's raining!

Drops dance in a puddle,

The raft is floating! The raft is floating!

The raft is spinning in a puddle.

The little frog climbed onto the raft

And shouts: “Hurray, forward!”

The waves are splashing! The waves are lashing!

What are the waves to me? The most complete! -

The helmsman does not give up.

I'll float on the waves!

Along the channel - and to Moscow!

Only the rain is getting stronger,

Only the drops are getting bigger,

Without sparing the braggart

They hit harder and more painfully!

Little frog in a puddle -

And to the ground, under the burdock.

V. Suslov

Hurricane

Somewhere a hurricane thundered above the earth,

The storm passed across the entire ocean,

The wind flew on land without roads,

A breeze came to our house.

He blew a draft from under the door,

I got scared and sneezed loudly.

So I sneezed that the draft crossed the threshold

It blew, raising a small breeze.

The wind gained strength over the land,

I woke up a storm on the sleepy waves,

The storm passed across the entire ocean,

And a hurricane roared over the earth!

M. Yasnov

Weather

Is it good or bad -

Thunder rumbled in the sky.

Bad or good?

The rain flooded, the rain began...

At first he was in no hurry

It drizzled in small steps.

And then I ran

I ran as hard as I could!

Circles are running along the river -

These are rain steps.

Open the calendar
January begins.
In January, in January
There is a lot of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
The stoves are heated in our house.
Smoke rises into the sky in a column.

FEBRUARY

The winds blow in February
The pipes howl loudly.
Like a snake rushes along the ground
Light drifting snow.
Rising, they rush into the distance
Aircraft flights.
It celebrates February
The birth of the army.

MARCH

The loose snow darkens in March.
The ice on the window is melting.
Bunny runs around the desk
And on the map
On the wall.

APRIL

April, April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields,
There are puddles on the roads.
The ants will come out soon
After the winter cold.
A bear sneaks through
Through the dead wood.
The birds began to sing songs,
And the snowdrop blossomed.

MAY

The lily of the valley bloomed in May
On the holiday itself - on the first day.
Seeing off May with flowers,
The lilac is blooming.

JUNE

June has arrived.
"June! June!"
Birds are chirping in the garden...
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fly apart.

JULY

Haymaking is in July
Somewhere thunder grumbles sometimes.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

AUGUST

We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the work.
The sun over the spacious
Nivami is worth it.
And sunflower grains
Black
Stuffed.

SEPTEMBER

Clear morning in September
The villages thresh bread,
Birds fly across the seas
And the school opened.

OCTOBER

In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
The grass in the meadows is dead,
The grasshopper fell silent.
Firewood has been prepared
For the winter for stoves.

NOVEMBER

November seventh day
Red calendar day.
Look out your window:
Everything on the street is red.
Flags flutter at the gates,
Blazing with flames.
See, the music is on
Where the trams were.
All the people - both young and old
Celebrates freedom.
And my red ball flies
Straight to the sky!

DECEMBER

In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, like in a fairy tale,
The frost paved the way overnight,
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
In the morning I stopped crying,
She breathed and came to life.
Its needles tremble a little,
The lights lit up on the branches.
Like a ladder, like a Christmas tree
The lights shoot up.
Firecrackers sparkle with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Reached the top
The bravest light.

A year has passed like yesterday.
Above Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower strikes
Fireworks - twelve times.

JANUARY

Open the calendar -
January begins.

In January, in January
There is a lot of snow in the yard.

Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
The stoves are heated in our house.
Smoke rises into the sky in a column.

FEBRUARY

The winds blow in February
The pipes howl loudly.
Like a snake rushes along the ground
Light drifting snow.

Rising, they rush into the distance
Aircraft flights.
It celebrates February
The birth of the army.

MARCH

The loose snow darkens in March.
The ice on the window is melting.
Bunny runs around the desk
And on the map
On the wall.

APRIL

April, April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.

Streams run through the fields,
There are puddles on the roads.
The ants will come out soon
After the winter cold.

A bear sneaks through
Through the dead wood.
The birds began to sing songs,
And the snowdrop blossomed.

The lily of the valley bloomed in May
On the holiday itself - on the first day.

Seeing off May with flowers,
The lilac is blooming.

JUNE

June has arrived.
"June! June!" —
Birds are chirping in the garden...
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fly apart.

JULY

Haymaking is in July
Somewhere thunder grumbles sometimes.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

AUGUST

We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the work.

The sun over the spacious
Nivami is worth it.
And sunflower grains
Black
Stuffed.

SEPTEMBER

Clear morning in September
The villages thresh bread,
Birds are flying across the seas -
And the school opened.

OCTOBER

In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.

The grass in the meadows is dead,
The grasshopper fell silent.
Firewood has been prepared
For the winter for stoves.

NOVEMBER

The seventh day of November -
Red calendar day.
Look out your window:
Everything on the street is red.

Flags flutter at the gates,
Blazing with flames.
See, the music is on
Where the trams were.

All the people - both young and old -
Celebrates freedom.
And my red ball flies
Straight to the sky!

DECEMBER

In December, in December
All trees are in silver.

Our river, like in a fairy tale,
The frost paved the way overnight,
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.

The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
In the morning I stopped crying,
She breathed and came to life.

Its needles tremble a little,
The lights lit up on the branches.
Like a ladder, like a Christmas tree
The lights shoot up.

Firecrackers sparkle with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Reached the top
The bravest light.

A year has passed like yesterday.
Above Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower strikes
Fireworks - twelve times.

Bounces like a ball
Long-eared Bunny,
Wants to get a rainbow
Jump over the rainbow.

June
S. Marshak

June has arrived.
"June! June!"
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion -
And it will all fly apart.

To a flowering meadow
The bumblebee arrived early.
Looking for pink porridge
Fills a cup with honey.

July
S. Marshak

Haymaking is in July
Sometimes thunder grumbles somewhere,
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

The wind shakes the sticky,
Grasshopper takes out a violin.
Before sunset, before dark
Music will be heard.

August
S. Marshak

We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the work.
The sun over the spacious
Nivami is worth it
And sunflower grains
Full of blacks.

Hello summer!
Tatyana Bokova

So much greenery all around!
What is this? This summer
Finally he hurries to our house.
Songbirds are discordant!
The fresh smell of juicy herbs,
Ripe ears of corn in the field
And mushrooms in the shade of oak forests.
How many delicious sweet berries
In a clearing in the forest!
So we'll eat for a year
Stock up on vitamins!
I swim to my heart's content in the river,
I'll sunbathe to my heart's content.
And on grandma's stove
I'll sleep as long as you want!
So much sun! How much light!
How wonderful the summer heat is!
I wish I could make it so summer
It was with me for a whole year!

Rain, rain
Tatyana Bokova

Summer rain, warm shower!
Sparkles in the wind!
Leaves a sea of ​​puddles
To get everyone drunk!
Summer rain! Wait!
We've waited again!
Come on, rain! Help me out
Forest dweller!
For a moose cow - a stream,
For mice - dewdrops,
And the seagulls are ready for the birds
In a hole on the path.
They drink from the bushes with their palms,
Droplets - midges,
And the blades of grass and bushes
Drink a teaspoon.
Just a quick summer day
The puddles are getting shallow.
We're expecting rain tomorrow too
Come soon!
Come and visit us, wait!
We'll drink again
The best tea in the world
From the forest rain!

What does the sun look like?
Tatyana Bokova

What does the sun look like?
On the round window.
Flashlight in the dark.
It looks like a ball
Damn hot too
And on the pie in the stove.
On a yellow button.
On a light bulb. Onion.
On a copper patch.
On a cheese flatbread.
A little bit for an orange
And even on the pupil.
Only if the sun is a ball -
Why is he hot?
If the sun is cheese,
Why are there no holes visible?
If the sun is a bow,
Everyone would cry around.
So it’s shining in my window
Not a nickel, not a pancake, but the sun!
Let it look like everything else
it’s still EVERYTHING MORE EXPENSIVE!

All year round. June
Samuel Marshak

June has arrived.
June! June!" -
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion -
And it will all fly apart.

All year round. July
Samuel Marshak

Haymaking is in July
Somewhere thunder grumbles sometimes.
and ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

All year round. August
Samuel Marshak

We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the work.

The sun over the spacious
Nivami is worth it.
And sunflower grains
Black
Stuffed.

Summer
Leonid Martynov

Here
And summer is on the doorstep:
The touch-me-not bees are hovering,
Majestically on guard
Attractive hives
So that all sorts of worries
Drowned in a measured roar,
Like alarm bells drowning in the gospel,
And in June
And in July
And especially
In August.

It's all winter... And where is summer?
Boris Zakhoder

It's all winter...
Where is summer?
Animals, birds!
Waiting for an answer!

Summer, -
The swallow thinks -
Arriving very soon.
Summer needs to hurry,
And it flies like a bird!

Is it arriving? -
The Mole snorted. -
It's crawling underground!
You say
Summer is coming soon?
I don't hope so!

Toptygin grumbled:
- Summer
Sleeping in his den
Somewhere...

The horse neighed:
-Where is the carriage?
I'm now
I'll deliver summer!

Summer, -
The hares told me, -
He gets on the train at the station,
Because maybe it's summer
Ride like a hare -
Without a ticket!

Summer rain
Apollo Maykov

"Gold, gold is falling from the sky!" -
Children scream and run after the rain...
- Come on, children, we will collect it,
Just collect the golden grain
Barns full of fragrant bread!

Summer
Sergey Gorodetsky

I'm lying in the meadow.
Not a gig in the sky.
Clouds float into the distance
Like a silent river.
And in the grass, on the ground,
On a flower, on a stem -
Singing and whistling everywhere,
And every leaf lives:
There's a fly and a beetle here,
And a green spider.
A bee has arrived
And she crawled into the flower.
There's a grasshopper's mustache
Cleans for beauty
And the ant groans
At work.
The furry bumblebee is buzzing
And he looks angrily
Where is the tallest flower?
Where is the honey tastier?
And the mosquito is a cannibal,
Like a friend or a neighbor,
As if you were visiting,
It flew into my sleeve.
It will sting and sing.
What! We must endure:
I'm killing in the meadow
I can't do anyone.

Summer
Vladimir Orlov

What will you give me, summer?
- Lots of sunshine!
There's a rainbow in the sky!
And daisies in the meadow!
- What else will you give me?
- The key ringing in silence,
Pines, maples and oaks,
Strawberries and mushrooms!
I'll give you a cookie
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted to her louder:
"Tell me your fortune quickly!"
And she answers you
I guessed for many years!

Mosquitoes
Agniya Barto

Everyone was exhausted from the heat.
It's cool in the garden now,
But that's how mosquitoes bite,
At least run out of the garden!

Marina, younger sister,
Fights mosquitoes.
The mosquito has a stubborn temperament
But she's more stubborn!

She will drive them away with her hand,
They are spinning again.
She shouts: - What a shame,
They attacked the baby!

And mom sees from the window,
How brave Marina is
Fighting alone in the garden
With a squad of mosquitoes.

Two mosquitoes are sitting again
On the baby's finger!
Marina, brave sister,
Slam on the blanket!

In summer
Sasha Cherny

Outside the village in complete freedom
The wind is blowing like an airplane.
There's a potato field there
Everything blooms purple.
And beyond the field, where the mountain ash
Always at odds with the wind,
A path runs through the oak tree
Down to the icy pond.
A boat flashed through the bushes,
Ripple and sharp shine of the sun.
The raft rumbles clearly
The sound of rollers accompanied by a loud splash.
The pond turns blue in a round cup.
Willows bend towards the water...
There are shirts on the raft,
And the boys are all in the pond.
The sun streaked down.
Shadows curl like smoke
Eh, I’ll undress behind the birch tree,
I’ll stretch out my arms and go to them!

Summer evening
Fedor Tyutchev

Already a hot ball of the sun
The earth rolled off its head,
And peaceful evening fire
The sea wave swallowed me up.

The bright stars have already risen
And gravitating over us
The vault of heaven has been lifted
With your wet heads.

The river of air is fuller
Flows between heaven and earth,
The chest breathes easier and more freely,
Freed from the heat.

And a sweet thrill, like a stream,
Nature ran through my veins,
How hot are her legs?
The spring waters have touched.

Haymaking is in July
Somewhere thunder grumbles sometimes.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

(S.Ya. Marshak)

“July is the crown of summer, the middle of color” - this is what he says about this month folk proverb. Everything in nature has settled down, the greenery has already gained full strength, and in its shade it is pleasant to hide from the oppressive heat that July is rich in.

The gardens are full of ovaries - the May boiling of flowers has yielded results. But the flowering mock orange bushes continue to delight the eye, their delicate aroma fills the evening air - the connection between spring and summer is especially conveyed through the flowering of mock orange.

The linden tree blooms later than all the trees, and it was this phenomenon that gave the name to the month in Belarusian, Lithuanian and some Slavic languages. It's nice to stand near a huge blooming linden tree, inhaling the aroma of flowers.

Bees buzz loudly while collecting nectar. It's time to stock up on linden flowers for the winter to treat a cold in the winter or just brew tea and remember the past summer.

The meadow, recently yellow from blooming dandelions and white after they ripen, has now been transformed - meadow flowers filled everything. July is the time for herbs to bloom, the flowers are varied, some of them are completely inconspicuous, but they are all magnificent. Bees work day after day, creating a unique bouquet of aromatic and healing honey. July freedom is freedom for bees.

July is a generous month - its forest beds give berry growers fragrant gifts. And fragrant strawberries and blueberries - everything is in the forest! Fresh vegetables and new potatoes all begin to appear in July. And the picking of ripe berries begins in the gardens.

The fields are filled with grain - the July weather contributes to the harvest. A magnificent sight - the sun, crawling out from behind the clouds, floods the ripening ears with gold!

July is the stormiest month, the heat mixes the air masses, and the collision of various atmospheric fronts brings thunderous downpours. It happens that during the day there are several thunderstorms interspersed with the sun.

July thunderstorms are short and powerful, a huge amount of water pours onto the ground, but after a couple of hours the impassable puddles already disappear. The popular observation is true: “In summer, a bucket of water is a spoonful of dirt, and in the fall, a spoonful of water and a bucket of dirt.”

After such rains, mushroom pickers rush into the forest: the first mushrooms - spikelets - fill the baskets and delight with their beauty. Honey mushrooms are also common in July, although they are the ones that surprise you most this month - their time has not yet come.

July begins to scatter red spots of chanterelles across the lawns, which will continue to grow until autumn, but they, the first ones, are always especially pleasing.

The abundant flowering of herbs attracts a huge number of insects - this expanse gives them a lot of food, and the plants continue to live.

You can stand at one flower for a long time and watch the leisurely flights of insects from plant to plant.

Heat is a joy for cold-blooded animals; they crawl out to higher ground and warm themselves, dying of pleasure. At such moments, these little ones are defenseless and allow themselves to be examined carefully.

During the day, the heat is unbearable, and everyone languishes from it... Happiness is for those who have the opportunity to hide from the heat, but not everyone is entitled to this...

Hay, mown nearby, in the evening spreads a unique aroma - the grass, drying, smells fragrant... Fog falls on the meadows, sometimes thick and dense, creating mystical pictures in the setting sun. The birds fell silent until the morning, taking a break from the heat of the day, only the grasshoppers chirped incessantly, promising dry and hot weather for tomorrow.

And what colors the July sunset gives us - it is beautiful even in the meadow, but it gives a special impression if you manage to enjoy it while sitting on the bank of a river or lake. The tent is set up, a fire is crackling nearby, the results of evening fishing are in the pot... The day dies down, finally giving bright colors.

But the sunrise is also pleasing! The fog gradually dissolves under the rays of the rising sun, is illuminated by it, swirls and changes every minute. To see all the splendor of the early morning, you should definitely get up early, waking up little by little in delight of such beauty.

...Little by little, July inevitably brings us closer to autumn. From the middle of the month you will no longer hear the nightingale trills, the cuckoo becomes silent. The fledged chicks leave the nests, and the animals help their younger generation obtain food on their own.

Nature gradually relaxes, the nights become longer, and in the morning all the cobwebs in the meadow, not noticeable during the day, under the load of abundant dew, shine under the rays of the sun like precious necklaces.

“It’s hot in July, but it’s a pity to part with it; it’s stuffy in July, but it’s boring to part with it.”

"July, dragging in clothes
Dandelion fluff, burdock,
July, coming home through the windows,
Everyone talking loudly out loud.

Uncombed steppe disheveled,
Smelling of linden and grass,
Tops and the smell of dill,
The July air is meadow.”

B. Pasternak

Folk signs of July

In July, clouds stretch across the sky in stripes - it will rain.

If the grass is dry in the morning, expect rain by night.

In the morning the fog spreads across the water - the weather will be good.

A rainbow appeared in the afternoon - to improve the weather; in the first half of the day - rain is possible.

Heavy dew means a clear day.

If the thistle spines are bent away from the flower head, a day with clear weather is ahead; if they are pressed tightly against it, it means bad weather.

An excellent weather forecaster is a frog. She always croaks loudly before it rains.

If a frog jumps on land, it will rain soon; if he sits in the water, then, even though there are clouds in the sky, there will be no rain.

The loud noise of grasshoppers in July portends dry weather.