Summer. I'm talking about summer in the title. I don't know how it manages to get past me so quickly. Each spring I vow to treasure summer, to s l o w it down and enjoy every. single. day. But, it squirms out of my grasp like the not quite tame barn kitten who incidentally is closer to being a cat now that summer has taken it's cute fur-ball-ness and left the building. I think I'm a little bitter now that I find myself on the other side of Labor Day. At least the weather has been perfectly beautiful. So why am I in here writing a blog post? I don't know. It's been on my list of "to dos" for quite some time, as you can see from the photos I've downloaded. Most are from my garden back in late July, except for the dill, that's fairly recent. My beans and peas are done and gone now. I'm picking the last of the tomatoes today. Anything left of those and the zucchini will go to the chickens now. The photo with the tree lined road is my Youker Road. And the final two photos are of the finished afghan that I wrote about way back here.
|I love dill.|
|Up close it looks a little alien.|
|This was back when the zucchini were manageable.|
|I spy a lamb.|
(tilt your head if you can't see it)
|My Youker Road|
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