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Sunday, August 21, 2016

Oliver Love

 
 
What greater gift than the love of a cat?
~Charles Dickens
 
 

Saturday, August 20, 2016

And The Rains Came



We have been deluged with rain today, buckets of the stuff......unrelenting and soaking everything in sight.
The wind is howling and creating havoc.
The county fair has opened it's gates, with an expected 500,000 visitors.
Never fails.........

Friday, August 19, 2016

Blooming Lovely

The Petunias have bloomed since Spring.
Just a gentle watering daily, and they are happy to share their prolific blooms all Summer long.
I wasn't able to plant many annuals this year, so having these lively little flowers grace us with color week after week, has made me smile.
 
 

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Summer's Gold

 



"Oh, the summer night
Has a smile of light
And she sits on a sapphire throne."

- Barry Cornwall

 

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Simple Pleasures

When I was a young girl, I was allergic to fresh strawberries.
Thank goodness, I outgrew that antagonism.
 
 
 
 


"As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful."

~ Laura Ingalls Wilder

 

Monday, August 15, 2016

Lovely Lavender

I've been busy sewing lavender sachets, in the shape of little hanging hearts.
I can't help but be transported back to the heady fragrance of my grandma's dressing- table drawers, where her Irish linen handkerchiefs were stored, between each stack, laid sachets of English lavender.
Gentler and simpler times.
 
 
 

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Autumn Longing

  


Ooh, it's been a glorious day......
One of those days, where the temperature has cooled, and the humidity has returned to the point of  tolerable.
A breezy porch-sitting day.
You can feel that Fall is in the air, just around the corner, and I'm excited,  because it is my favorite season.
I entered this world on a cool autumn evening, day's such as this are like a coming home of sorts, a kinship to my genetic roots.
 
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"Whilst August yet wears her golden crown,
Ripening fields lush- bright with promise;
Summer waxes long, then wanes, quietly passing
Her fading green glory on to riotous Autumn."

~  Michelle L. Thieme : August's Crown

 

Saturday, August 13, 2016

How I'll Miss You, When You're Gone

What seems like forever in the making, the Heavenly Blue Morning Glories are finally in bloom.
They'll share their flowers until the first frost.
A life so brief, yet so full of beauty.



Thursday, August 11, 2016

Moving On

The nest on the front porch wreath was originally built by Mrs. Robin two years ago.
She raised four babies inside and promptly left, with nary a wave goodbye.




Along came Jenny Wren, she moved into the nest, and added a few touches of her own. She has occupied her little place amongst the flowers for going on two summers, and we as dutiful hosts,
are careful not to burn the porch light, after she's settled in for the evening.

Lately the nest has been abandoned, for a more exotic location amongst the porch ferns.
I'm not certain if it offers a cooler habitat, or as with most of us ladies, she's just tired of the same decor.
Hopefully when the weather cools, she'll choose her nest once again.


Friday, August 5, 2016

Bee-ing Busy

The garden is all abuzz, with bees, and butterflies, lightning bugs and ladybugs.
All so very busy dutifully distributing the pollen amongst the flowers.
I thank them more than words can say.


 






 
 
 


 
 
 
 

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Mother Nature's Bounty

Meadow wildflowers make me smile.
 

 
  "He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this world with a passion for flowers in his soul."
 
- Celia
 
 

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Home On The Range

August days are getting hotter,  and much porch-sitting is called for.
No excuses, we here in the South, know how to handle, heat and humidity.
Lots of cold iced tea, and plenty of chore-pondering.
 
 
 
 


 
 
The Petunias were thriving well in the heat, I admired them so.
Apparently, I was not alone, this cheeky little bandit helped herself to them all, in the middle of the night.
*Sigh*
 
 
 
 




Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

~ Dr. Brewster Higley~ 1873

 
 
 

Monday, August 1, 2016

Motionless



The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. "

~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
 
 



Saturday, July 30, 2016

Wildflower Beauty



Resembling something of an underwater sea-creature, the Passion Flower resides far from the ocean, in land-locked Tennessee.
It was first named as the official state flower in 1919 and then in 1939 the iris was also named the state flower. In 1973 legislation was passed designating the passion flower as the state wildflower and the iris as the state cultivated flower.

Also known as the maypop, wild apricot and the ocoee, passion flowers grow wild in the southern United States and South America. Ocoee is the Indian name for the passion flower (also used in the name of the Ocoee River and valley in Tennessee and the city of Ocoee in Florida). American Indians considered ocoee the most beautiful of flowers.
I can't help but agree.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Guess Who Came To Dinner

 


There are more than 60 different species of opossum, which are often called possums. The most notable is the Virginia opossum or common opossum—the only marsupial (pouched mammal) found in the United States and Canada, and have been around since the dinosaur age, some 70 million years ago.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Tea Time



A Cup of Tea

When the world is all at odds
And the mind is all at sea
Then cease the useless tedium
And brew a cup of tea.

There is magic in its' fragrance,
There is solace in its' taste;
And then laden moments vanish
Somehow into space.

And the world becomes a lovely thing!
There's beauty as you'll see;
All because you briefly stopped
To brew a cup of tea.


(J. Jonker, Amsterdam, c.1670