Hotter Than A Pepper Sprout

We seemed to have transitioned from pleasantly warm days, to HOT.

Days in the high nineties with high humidity makes outdoor activities a challenge, calling for lots of drinking water, and the wearing of light clothing.

We are under a heat advisory for the next few days, 99 degrees tomorrow, if you can avoid staying outside especially for long periods of time, then it is best to do so.
Even the birds are trying to stay cool....

 

"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it."

~ Russell Baker

 

Hello Summer

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer....

Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape

Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  

 

 

Springtime Balloons

The Balloon Flowers are gracing us with their prolific blooms.
Also known as the Chinese Bellflower, they are a herbaceous perennial native to eastern Russia, China, Japan, and Korea.

They start out as little puffy, balloon like buds, before blooming into beautiful star-shaped flowers.
Considered low maintenance, that last throughout the summer, and are deer resistant.
*smile*

Knee Deep In June

Tell you what I like the best --

'Long about knee-deep in June,
'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

Hello June

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.
A little bit of normalcy in an otherwise chaotic world.

 "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."

~  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow