the best season

"Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape..."

― Harper Lee

I take my camera out after dinner hoping to get some photos of the birds, who are usually flocking to the feeder this time most nights. I sit patiently, enjoying the cool breeze coming up off the lake, but grow board and start moving my camera around a bit, happy when I landed on this light on the maple.

Every season is the best season, and right now summer is at her peak.

full circle

“Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.” 

― Anne Tyler

sunbathing

It seems I have come full circle, arriving back (but truly forward) to a place where I feel like myself once more. I won’t bore you with the details, but I will say it is a relief to stop fighting with the doubt and uncertainty and get on with living.

moring mood

a field of daisies

raspberry cream pie

breakfast from the garden

midweek

“Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers. Let me keep company always with those who say “Look!” and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.” 

— Mary Oliver, Mysteries, Yes

playing in the clover

the first dahlia

rose as night falls

ready for the grill

raspberry season

Each evening I set on the steps of the patio and watch the dogs play. The warmth of the day radiates up from the stone pavers and I reflect on the simple things that brought me joy, learning to bow my head in gratitude.

flowers and puffy balls

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

Iris Murdoch

the purple flamingo

filling the vases

curly

early morning light

this week’s flower moments,
and one sweet boy . . .

early morning deadheading

on the table

summer colored puffy balls

midweek

"July is hollyhocks and hammocks, fireworks and vacations, hot and steamy weather, cool and refreshing swims, beach picnics, and vegetables all out of the garden." 

- Jean Hersey

after dinner play

morning table

spaghetti salad

summer days flow with ease . . .

shadows and light

over the lake

june’s last days

“I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.” 

― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island

manzanita, oregon

us

room with a view

Baker

horses

sea grass

welcome home

we headed to the beach to celebrate our wedding anniversary, coming home to roses in bloom, and our sweet pup, who had to stay home . . .

summer days

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.” 

― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

wonder

lavender

breakfast on the front lawn

fill the vases

fairy caps

bits and pieces of my week . . .

where I stand

from the garden