MINE FOR AWHILE

When asked this morning what my favorite possesion is, there was a very distinct pause in my mind.  Because I really don't feel like things are mine for more than a season and because I believe that life is a mist, the outlook on things is surely different. I enjoy the beautiful things around me but then that doesn't mean they are mine.  But, if for one moment I thought that something belonged to me, oh the painting that Darling Husband bought for me years ago at a Hunting Convention.  That would be it. Daily I look at this painting and love the man for putting his hand on her arm.  It is Darling Husband and we are in Africa again. It is just what he would do. 

THE JUMPER

A FISH, A FOOT AND A BOWLING PIN

The fish

The foot

and the bowling pin.  

Darling Daughter and her Cheeky Baby brought me some goldfish to cheer me up.  I have been "sort of" sitting still for a week now.  The Fall list of garden duties and the creative ideas flowing through my mind are beginning to drive me crazy. Doesn't it sound like fun to go to the Rose Bowl Flea Market?  I wonder if Cheeky Baby will share her stroller.....

NOTE TO SELF

Upon finding out that you are having an unexpected dinner party in five hours, never, never pick up a big box and fling yourself out the backdoor.  Just don't do it.

A Very Sore Foot

To Garden in Ruins

Darling Husband and I are occasionally given a blank slate to start a new garden here.  We always consider the surrounding buildings and gardens in any given area.  But, can you imagine starting a new garden amist ruins that are

 hundreds of years old? What an amazing backdrop to plant around.  The gardens in England are my favorite.  While we are there I always start to think about all the things I want to do in my garden at home.  When we get home there is always the painful realization that it is 105 degrees and most definitely not raining for a couple hours each and every day.

If only we had a couple ruins in our garden.

THE FRUIT OF OUR LABOR

The last couple of days there has been just a slight hint of Fall in the morning air.  Real or imagined, I am not sure, but I feel it in my bones that the blessings of Fall are near.

This summer has given us the best, sweetest tomatoes we have ever produced.  It also came with the loss of our darling Bailey and an unwelcome health report for my Father.

Cool mornings, pumpkins and harvest feel within reach now. I am ready for the new season.

A PLACE TO SIT

I must learn to ........sit