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Friday, August 1, 2014

Growing

Tom Kitten has grown by leaps and bounds in the past two weeks.....literally.
He no longer runs for the safety of his potting shed hidey-hole when a human approaches, instead he enjoys daily brushings, and all the attention a sweet kitty deserves.
 









 

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Selfie

Oliver attemps a Selphie.
He's not quite mastered the art of keeping his eyes open, when the flash goes off.


Monday, July 28, 2014

Hardy Blooms

Each year despite the lack of rain for days on end, we are graced with prolific blooms on the Rose of Sharon  (Hibiscus syriacus )  bushes.

This particular bush was a volunteer, a single seed or two carried by the wind or possibly a bird.
It is also a second generation plant, the original bush belonging to my husband's mother who shared it's propagated beauty from her garden to ours.

Oftentimes they are considered an invasive plant, since they tend to spread so easily, but we enjoy their endless blooms, and tend to agree with the A.A. Milne quote.....
“Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.”    




 
 

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Hiding

From a 'certain'  little you-know-who

Thursday, July 24, 2014

And The Rains Came



An unexpected  rainfall fell last night, filling the creeks and streams to capacity.
We had horrendous winds, and today the sound of chainsaws filled the air, cleaning up all the broken tree limbs and even large trees.
The temperatures have lowered to an almost perfect summer day.
A little bit of peace and serenity, in an otherwise chaotic world.


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Dear Kitten



My daughter showed me this video yesterday, I couldn't help but think Oliver cat had something to do with it.
The cat-lovers amongst us will understand.
>^..^<

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Simple Pleasures


Oftentimes, it pays to wait.
The sweetest of the season are now ripe for the picking ........
Summer strawberries.
 
 

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Tom Kitten

A few days ago I mentioned we had been seeing a grey and white kitten scurrying around the garden, a tiny little thing, scared of it's own shadow.
I was sure it was abandoned or even maybe a feral.
 
He had been living under the potting shed, and if a person was to get too close, off he scampered to his safe little  hidey-hole.
We've coaxed him out with food and treats and toys and kind words, and even though he's still a little skittish, we are slowly gaining his trust.
 

He absolutely loves Oliver cat, I think he believes it's his long-lost mother. Oliver has been so kind, not one paw-slap, or hiss, just a 'roll his eyes' look of disbelief when this little fellow takes over the food bowl.


We think he's about four months old, still a mere baby. It always amazes me how these tiny bodies survive the elements, and live off the land.


I'm still asking around the neighborhood to see if anyone has lost this sweet baby. In the meantime we'll be working on his social skills, and those blessed fleas !

Friday, July 18, 2014

Summer Rain

We had rain today, a gentle-falling rain, the kind where you can use an umbrella without fear of it being turned inside out.
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.
 
 
  
 
 
 
 

 











Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Porch-Sitting

Ooh, it's been a glorious day......
One of those days, where the temperature has cooled, and the humidity has returned to the point of tolerable.
A breezy porch-sitting day.




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

 

Monday, July 14, 2014

Double Trouble

There has been a tiny kitten, showing up on the porch. A grey and white bundle of fur, no more than a few months old.
I've tried to coax it to stay awhile, but once it feels threatened, off it goes.
The neighbors are not familiar with it, so I'm wondering if it's a little feral and homeless.
 
The First Sergeant set the humane trap, thinking if it is a hungry little kitten, it will partake of the food, instead when we checked the trap, this is what was inside.
Twin banditos.......  
  

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Dog Days of Summer


Dog Days defines a time period or event that is very hot or stagnant, or marked by dull lack of progress. The name comes from the ancient belief that Sirius, also called the Dog Star, was somehow responsible for the hot weather.
Either way, we seem to have hit that mark.

As with most of the country we are under a heat advisory for the next few days, 95 degrees, if you can avoid staying outside especially for long periods of time, then it is best to do so.

Even the birds have taken to their nests.........

Saturday, July 12, 2014

All Aboard

My sweet daughter surprised me with a new birdhouse.
 A little bit of 'home' hanging in the tree.
 

I treated myself to a shiny new potting shed light. It gives a  lovely warm glow to the garden, especially at night.




The Morning Glory vines have taken over. The grasshoppers seem to think we planted them just for their enjoyment.


 



We need rain. None in the last two weeks, crops are drying out and lawns are brown and brittle.


I hope you are enjoying a lovely weekend.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

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........

 

 One of my favorite collections are from the Alfred Meakin "Tintern" series.
I'm drawn to their bucolic scenes from years gone by.



 



Let's put the kettle on and we'll all have tea !

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Morning Surprise

The Morning Glories have made an appearance.


I planted Clark's Heavenly Blues again this year, and we are eagerly awaiting their stunning blue flowers to make their show.
I check the vines daily, no blues yet, but a rogue Grandpa Ott morning glory flower has appeared, a left over seed from last years vines.
Strikingly beautiful, completely 'out of the blue'.
 
 



 

Monday, July 7, 2014

Oliver Love



"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains un-awakened"
~Anatole France

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Heat-Lover

The Crepe Myrtle bush is in full bloom, it's flowers will put on this show for the better part of a month.
The harsh cold winter has taken a toll on many Crepe Myrtles, most did not fare well, those that did, seem to have lots of dead wood, and have been heavily pruned back.
 


It loves the summer heat, I have offered it my portion.
 
 
 

Friday, July 4, 2014

Sweet Land Of Liberty

“Freedom has its life in the hearts, the actions, the spirit of men and so it must be daily earned and refreshed - else like a flower cut from its life-giving roots, it will wither and die.”

~Dwight David Eisenhower

 
Wishing you a safe and Happy July 4th dear friends.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Sweet Revenge

When I have more on my 'to do' list than I seem to accomplish I eat chocolate.
Cake, chocolate bars, chocolate digestive biscuits, I'm not picky, I scoff the lot.
I put it down to desperation, and all those years of being around 'sweets' in a bakery, right there at my fingertips just for the taking.
Old habits are hard to break. *sigh*
 
 

Monday, June 30, 2014

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)