Caught Cat-Napping

When it’s hot, there’s only one thing to do.... nap!
Oliver spent the better part of the day, in one of his napping poses, completely abandoned to the summer heat.

Reaping The Rewards

My dear son-in-law's garden is producing it's bounty, this is just a small selection of his plantings.
He has become quite the gardener.

" To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds and watch their renewal of life - this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do."

~ Charles Dudley Warner, author, editor, publisher (1829 - 1900)

Timeless Treasures

I have a fondness for English Staffordshire Ware.
One look at those pastoral village scenes, and I'm transported back to my grandmother's kitchen, where her cupboard displayed shelf upon shelf of these timeless treasures.

I can see the kitchen table covered in a freshly-starched embroidered tablecloth, the milk-jug sitting atop, awaiting the first of many pots of tea served throughout the day.
Treasured memories of gentler times........

An Unexpected Rain

As with most of the country, we've endured relentless heat these early months of Summer.
Miss one day of watering, and the plants are shriveled beyond repair.
Late this afternoon we were fortunate to receive almost an inch of rainfall, unpredicted, out of the blue, yet welcomed beyond words.

If you listened carefully you could hear the trees and flowers, heaving a big sigh of relief, their roots and foliage drinking in every last drop of moisture.
The temperatures fell, and for the first time in several weeks we enjoyed a tolerable 72 degrees.
How lovely is that.

A break in the heat
away from the front
no thunder, no lightning,
just rain, warm rain
falling near dusk
falling on eager ground
steaming blacktop
hungry plants
thirsty
turning toward the clouds
cooling, soothing rain
splashing in sudden puddles
catching in open screens
that certain smell
of summer rain

~ Summer Rain : Raymond A Foss

The Wayside Flower

Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller’s dower;
A thousand passers-by
Its beauties may espy,
May win a touch of blessing
From Nature’s mild caressing.
The sad of heart perceives
A violet under leaves
Like sonic fresh-budding hope;
The primrose on the slope
A spot of sunshine dwells,
And cheerful message tells
Of kind renewing power;
The nodding bluebell’s dye
Is drawn from happy sky.
Then spare the wayside flower!
It is the traveller’s dower.

~ (William Allingham) 1824-1889

Summer Days

"Then followed that beautiful season the 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

Porch-Sitting

Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.
A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.

~Ada Louise Huxtable

Heat-Lover

The Crape Myrtle bush is in full bloom, it's flowers will put on this show for the better part of a month.
It loves the summer heat, I have offered it my portion.

Serenity

"Don't let yourself get so busy that you miss those little but important extras in life ~
the beauty of a day...
the smile of a friend...
the serenity of a quiet moment alone.
For it is often life's smallest pleasures and gentlest joys that make the biggest and most lasting difference."

My Main Squeeze

There's nothing more welcoming in the Southern summer heat, than sitting on a porch sipping a tall, cold glass of homemade lemonade.

Ingredients
2 cups sugar
1 cup of HOT water
2 cups of fresh lemon juice ( approx 12 lemons )
1 gallon cold water
1 lemon, sliced
Mint sprigs for garnish

Directions
In a 1 gallon container, place sugar and hot water, and stir until sugar dissolves.
Add lemon juice and cold water to render 1 gallon. Stir until well mixed.
Pour lemonade over glasses of ice, squeeze slice of lemon on top of each, and garnish with a sprig of mint.

dolce far niente ( sweet doing nothing )