'Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine, -- some afternoon
Like to jes' git out and rest,
And not work at nothin' else!"
~ James Witcomb Riley : Knee Deep in June
Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
June Days are upon us.
Heat and humidity are now a daily occurrence, followed by cooling, nightly pop-up storms.
The songbirds are raising their second clutch of babies.
Lightning bugs light up the night sky, and the sound of tree frogs fill the air.
The season's first garden-grown tomatoes are ripe for the picking, and those coveted sweet Vidalia onions are back in the stores.
We've been blessed with glorious weather these past few days, sunshine and low-humidity, the two together, are rare as hen's teeth in these southern parts.
Summer days are just around the corner, farmer's markets are displaying their early crops, and school children are graduating and getting ready for summer respite.
My days have been filled with garden chores, grandchildren visits, and catching up with long overdue errands, since my vehicle was in the repair shop for the better part of the month.
Hoping whichever little corner of the world you call "home"..... all is calm.
Now is the time of the illuminated woods.......
when every leaf glows like a tiny lamp.
Strawberry season has arrived here in Middle Tennessee.
Handpick your own, or buy by the basketful.
Add a dollop of vanilla ice-cream and indulge in a summer delight
*yum*
Despite late frosts earlier in the month, the ever faithful Clematis has once again returned.
A late night thunderstorm gave us some much needed moisture
The little pond is overflowing.
Soft rainfall makes for happy flowers, and one grateful little frog.