When I was young, I sipped the nectar from a honeysuckle vine, we were pretending we were little bees-boy did we end up with bellyaches-but that's a story for another time. I've always loved flowers, gardens and playing in the dirt-which actually started with the old dead tree at the edge of the woods in our back yard--it was my sailing ship, my house, my castle, my car. I had a vivid imagination, for as long as I can remember.
So I thought I'd share pictures from my garden as flowers are blooming for the first time this summer, or the last time as they die back. I had this idea in May, but haven't had the time to blog about it yet. It actually coincides with a great idea I have for a whole new book series...but that is a blog for another day. ;)
We watch the birds, admire the flowers and trees, and any other wildlife that has decided to drop by for a visit. The chipmunks have been very vocal since the currants and raspberries have started to ripen.
But I may have an idea for evasive action...not sure...am working on it. LOL.
I love this shot from the other morning, the sunlight was illuminating the throat of the morning glories on our front steps...check it out...
I'll leave you with some pics of the rain just now...an amazing amount of water was rushing down the slope in our backyard toward our patio.
Here's a shot from our front steps looking at the water pouring out of the side yard and into the street.
OK...because it was cool...so much water in so little time that the gutter couldn't hold it!
As much as I love the rain, I'm going to leave you with an image of flowers, because I love them, too.
This is a close-up of one of the many privet bushes we have in our yard. With the help of our feathered friends, they've re-seeded themselves all over our yard, but I love the haunting scent this time of year. It will always remind me of our grandmother's house down at the shore--Spring Lake--there was a privet hedge separating their house from their neighbors.
And OK...seriously...just one more of the rose bush outside the kitchen window.
Slainte'
C.H. Admirand
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