Monday, August 5, 2013

Summer... Summer... Summer...

Local fruits of Summer...  Jewels in the morning...  Sparkling sweetness...

Summer afternoon...  Summer afternoon...  Not the English one, of Henry James...  But ours is lovely too.  So, so, so lovely.

Sun dappled freshly cut grass, and patio...  Old Adirondack chairs beckoning, to come sit a while...  Rest...  Enjoy...  Peaceful time...

The pot on the front step...  Carrying on my Patriotic Summer Theme, this year.  This is our second planting here.  Earlier beautiful Begonias were water-logged and rotted by all the rain.  (And by a not well draining pot...  Sigh...)  

 Went for a morning walk, by the "Forest Primeval", as I love to call it.  We are so lucky to have these lovely woods, near by...  Why don't I walk, every morning?  Good question.  I used to do so...

 Perhaps this perfect morning's walk, will be the start of a new pattern.  

I hope...  I hope...  I hope...



2 comments:

Terra said...

You have a lovely place to walk and a garden to dream in.

Marilyn said...

Oh I would love to sit awhile in those chairs, have some of the beautiful fruit, and walk in that forest. All places where dreaming can take place.