Tuesday, July 29, 2025

The Sounds Of Summer

 



It serves one simple purpose.
Keeps bugs out, and allows breezes in.
The unmistakable "thwack" of the screen door in summer.

Friday, July 25, 2025

Bee-ing Busy

The garden is all abuzz, with bees, and butterflies, lightning bugs and ladybugs.

All so very busy dutifully distributing the pollen amongst the flowers.
I thank them more than words can say.




 
 
 








 
 Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

~ Emily Dickinson : The Bee (1830)
 
 


 

 

Monday, July 21, 2025

A Slice Of Sunshine

If you're looking for a quick, unassuming dessert one of my favorites is Frozen Lemonade Pie...

Refreshingly cool, and what could be more simple to make !
The perfect treat on unforgiving HOT days.




Ingredients:

1 deep graham cracker pie crust or two regular sized ones
1 14-ounce can sweetened condensed milk, chilled
1 6-ounce can of frozen lemonade concentrate, thawed
1 12 ounce container of Cool Whip, thawed
candied lemon peel for garnish (optional)

Preparation:

Beat together condensed milk and lemonade; fold in Cool Whip.
Pour into pie crust. Freeze for at least 3-4 hours until firm.
Enjoy !

Wednesday, July 9, 2025

Seeing Spots

If you are a regular visitor to my blog, undoubtedly you know we share our property with White-tailed deer.

Several years ago I counted a herd of forty, regularly co-existing on our little green space, happily munching away on anything they set their mind to.
Nowadays the numbers are more like seven, three of which are new fawns, a set of twins, and one other.
They visit daily, and live in the surrounding bush and woods, drinking from the birdbaths, and have become quite tame.
I've moaned and carried on about the flowers they eat willy-nilly, but I can't help but smile each time they appear.