Monday, June 27, 2022

Summer's Serenade

Almost an entire month has passed since we have been graced with a decent amount of rain.
If we didn't commit to watering faithfully everyday, the shrubs and flowers would have been long gone by now.
It's a never-ending chore, but we've learned from experience, and keep hoping when those clouds roll in at dusk, we will see a little relief.

"The steady buzzzzzzz of the Katydid chorus,
the bass solo of the croaking Frog,
the steady woof-woof-woof a barking Dog
- a summer night's serenade."

~Michael P. Garofalo : Cuttings

Tuesday, June 14, 2022

Hotter Than A Pepper Sprout

As with most of the country, we are enduring a late spring heatwave. 98 degrees hot, and hotter as the weekend approaches. No rain in sight.

It makes for dangerous conditions if you suffer from breathing problems or have to work outside for prolonged periods of time.
It also shortens tempers.
The birds are hiding out beneath the canopy of trees. Every once in awhile they appear at the birdbaths to quench their thirst, all have their beaks gaped wide open in an effort to cool down.
Birds do not have sweat glands, so they can only lose heat through breathing.
Even dipping your toes in the birdbath seems to help.


Stay safe dear friends.

Thursday, June 9, 2022

Spring Cleaning

Incredible blue skies and sunshine today. Lots of the stuff, it surely feels like we are in the midst of summer with this 85 degree heat.
A break in the past few days of rain, and the Mr. takes on the task of washing the house, no small feat I can tell you.

Norseman's blood runs through my veins, after the temperature rises above 80 degrees I'm wilted like a head of week-old lettuce.
The best I can do is be the cold-water runner, when I spot the worker flailing.

Thursday, June 2, 2022

Let The Merriment Begin

The Platinum Jubilee Celebrations have begun!

Throughout Great Britain and many other countries, there are thousands of street parties, parades, and much merriment afoot, in the celebrating  of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II's seventieth year on the throne.

I will be joining in the celebrations albeit from afar, my Union Jack flying, the teapot readied.
Seventy years on the throne, and a lifetime of genteelness, grace and dedication. 

Three cheers:  Hip, Hip, Hooray, Hip, Hip, Hooray, Hip Hip Hooray !

God Save The Queen