Yesterday I reached a milestone in my broken ankle recovery, being given the OK to once again drive a vehicle.
The last time I sat in the driver's seat was in early February, almost six months ago.
I'm still in the physical therapy program, but being able to drive myself to the facility has been a liberating experience.
I may not look ecstatic, but on the inside I'm giggling like a school girl.
"Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond. The earth had donned her mantle of brightest green; and shed her richest perfumes abroad. It was the prime and vigour of the year; all things were glad and flourishing."
Yesterday one of those summer thunderstorms came out of nowhere. The sky was black as coal, and the winds horrendous. My neighbor's garden shed came barreling through the yard, upside down no-less and finally came to rest at the base of a tree.
I thought the tornado sirens would have sounded, but we never did hear them, and the noise of the wind would have surely drowned them out.
I'm not a fan of this kind of weather.
Today the sunshine has returned, at least for now.
Blue skies and sunshine and finally a chance to return to the garden.
Farmers are trying to get their hay baled.
Baling wet hay is just asking for trouble.
I'm hoping the garden angel will steer away any further storms.
I like to dot solar-powered lights and whimsical pieces between the flowers and plants.
This sweet little bird faucet lights up at night, and looks like bubbling water is flowing from it's spout.
That's all the water we need right now.
A dozen charming amateur bakers offer trays of edible treats and a tent full of doughy drama this summer when PBS brings back the U.K.’s unstoppable competition series, THE GREAT BRITISH BAKING SHOW, for a brand new season, airing Fridays, starting July 1 at 9:00 p.m. ET (check local listings).
Returning judges Mary Berry, a best-selling cookbook author and the U.K.’s “doyenne of baking,” and Paul Hollywood, an artisan bread-making expert whose personal appearances rival those of rock stars, join hosts Sue Perkins and Mel Giedroyc in search of the best all-around baker among the contestants.
“In response to the enthusiastic fan support for this sweet and savory series, we are thrilled to confirm that PBS will be bringing the latest BBC season of THE GREAT BRITISH BAKING SHOW to our viewers on Fridays this summer,” said Beth Hoppe, PBS Chief Programming Executive and General Manager, General Audience Programming. “And we are happy to be airing additional seasons of the hit series over the next couple of years for fans who just can’t get enough.”
It sure is feeling like summertime down here in the south.
Hot, sunny days and those pesky mosquitos and ticks are back.
Yesterday a new baby fawn was born, I'm certain the mother was one of the twin deer born here herself last spring.
There's been a fox sighting over the past three weeks, Oliver is keeping vigil.
"Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine, The foliage of the valleys and the heights. Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights; The mower's scythe makes music to my ear; I am the mother of all dear delights; I am the fairest daughter of the year."