The cool winds are blowing, a new season is upon us, and I am doing OK.
It was a magnificent summer with wonderful sunny days, pleasant temperatures and almost enough rain to water my plants and keep them healthy. I was so grateful for all the beautiful days that we had and all the blessings that it brought.
There was flower power in May.
I started out choosing the colors that would surround me. I always tend to select the purples, salmons and whites, but this year, more reds found their way into my gardens.
I was so relieved to see that even though we lost more than a few trees last winter because of the horrendous weather, my woods still look lush and beautiful. Everything has its time and as with life, new will replace the old.
In June, the family all got together and we went crazy.
In July, we visited friends and enjoyed sitting on their porch watching the sun come down on the lake.
At home, the local Shakespeare company came to town and presented Twelfth Night, performed with a Johnny Cash-like character and some music from from The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly thrown in the mix. It was interesting and surprisingly fun. Ardent fans of the Bard of Avon might have been offended, but I loved it. Willie reinvented!
One of the proudest moments of my life came in August when my 14 year old grandson was chosen to throw out the first ball at a Philadelphia Phillies game. He showed no nerves, but his grandmother was shaking all over. He was good luck for the team, as the last place Phillies won that night.
August was harvest time and boy, did my tomato plants produce! Most days, I could pick at least 25 large, beautiful fruit. They were and are delish, but there comes a point where your acid intake makes your innards rebel. Friends, family and the local food bank benefited from my stomach problems.
During the summer, we had our semi-feral cat (Miss Circle) guarding our gardens (and the finch feeder). She does not think the birds will see her.
We never got away this year to exotic resorts, nor did we travel to exciting cities. We stayed mostly at home enjoying the company of people we love and savoring these moments in our lives. It was comfortable.
This summer was a gift and I just love living in the green hills and valleys of Pennsylvania. I look forward to the next season and will be fine until winter arrives. If it is anything like last year, I hope to be out of here in a quick minute. There is no place like home, when things are good.
It was a magnificent summer with wonderful sunny days, pleasant temperatures and almost enough rain to water my plants and keep them healthy. I was so grateful for all the beautiful days that we had and all the blessings that it brought.
There was flower power in May.
I started out choosing the colors that would surround me. I always tend to select the purples, salmons and whites, but this year, more reds found their way into my gardens.
In June, the family all got together and we went crazy.
In July, we visited friends and enjoyed sitting on their porch watching the sun come down on the lake.
At home, the local Shakespeare company came to town and presented Twelfth Night, performed with a Johnny Cash-like character and some music from from The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly thrown in the mix. It was interesting and surprisingly fun. Ardent fans of the Bard of Avon might have been offended, but I loved it. Willie reinvented!
One of the proudest moments of my life came in August when my 14 year old grandson was chosen to throw out the first ball at a Philadelphia Phillies game. He showed no nerves, but his grandmother was shaking all over. He was good luck for the team, as the last place Phillies won that night.
August was harvest time and boy, did my tomato plants produce! Most days, I could pick at least 25 large, beautiful fruit. They were and are delish, but there comes a point where your acid intake makes your innards rebel. Friends, family and the local food bank benefited from my stomach problems.
During the summer, we had our semi-feral cat (Miss Circle) guarding our gardens (and the finch feeder). She does not think the birds will see her.
And then three new baby kittens came out of the woods led by their tramp of a mother. (We found homes for all, except the mom who we could not catch).
We never got away this year to exotic resorts, nor did we travel to exciting cities. We stayed mostly at home enjoying the company of people we love and savoring these moments in our lives. It was comfortable.
This summer was a gift and I just love living in the green hills and valleys of Pennsylvania. I look forward to the next season and will be fine until winter arrives. If it is anything like last year, I hope to be out of here in a quick minute. There is no place like home, when things are good.
