Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Pottering

A little early decorating.
Just to get in the "spirit" of things.


Monday, September 27, 2021

Perfection

The most perfect of Fall days. 

A mere seventy four degrees, sunshine and NO humidity, which is rare as hen's teeth for this part of the country.
Tom-Tilly is chasing leaves around the garden, she seems to have accepted that Oliver is off on his travels, wherever they may have taken him...... 
There is much garden work to do before the first frost appears, but for now, a little down-time between seasons is enjoyed, and savored.




Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Goodbye Sweet Summer

 " When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away. "

 ~Sarah Helen Power Whitman
 
 
 
 
 
 









 

 
 




 


Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Late Summer Days

These last days of Summer, a little decorating, a little gardening, a little relaxing.                       
Nights are drawing in fast, dark before the clock strikes seven now.
Our days are still seasonally warm, in these Southern United States, giving the opportunity to finish those end of summer chores, before Old Man Winter sets in
Leaves are beginning to gather, hummingbirds are making their way South, the rhythm of life is noticebly slowing.






Tuesday, September 7, 2021

Long-Awaited




Our trusty weatherman has predicted we'll be finally experiencing some Fall-like weather this week.
No more of the ninety degree days, but temperatures much cooler, and  seasonal.
I can't wait to open the windows at night, enjoy the crisp air, and fall asleep to the sound of the screech owl calling.
*ahhh*

Saturday, September 4, 2021

Penelope Keith's Hidden Villages - Full-screen

                       A little weekend viewing, exploring the quintessential,  timeless villages of Great Britain.
So very dear to my heart.
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Wednesday, September 1, 2021

September Days

 



"September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours,
But in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.
The cricket chirps in the noontide, making the most of what remains of his brief life.
The bumblebee is busy among the clover blossoms of the aftermath,
And their shrill and dreamy hum hold the outdoor world above the voices of the song birds,
Now silent or departed."-
September Days : Rowland E. Robinson, Vermont