Last week,
late Spring was interrupted by a string of
wild windy wet days...
not that such weather is without it's pleasures..
I cozied up and spent a few days quietly
wandering around the house...
sometimes,
I feel I miss my house in the summer,
since so much of my days are spent outside
the garden was left tattered...
then nature flipped the switch
and the cloudy days blew away...
the Mount Rainier view from my porch...
after a big prune
the garden began to tidy up...
Glorious,
Ballerina Roses...
James Galway...
the garden drank up all the rain,
lush and green abundance...
tiny Achillea
up close...
Feverfew...
my front porch washtub planter,
now in it's prime...
Valerian on the fence line...
Cupid's Dart....
a bundle,
salvaged from the big prune...
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature
is that all of us tend to put off living.
We are all dreaming
of some magical rose garden over the horizon
instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming
outside our windows today.
Dale Carnegie
Don't Forget to
Stop and Smell the Roses...
