100 days of summer :: day 57

A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even a solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.

-Vita Sackville-West

morning flowers, on the table

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100 days of summer :: day 56

Aspirin is so good for roses, brandy for sweet peas, and a squeeze of lemon-juice for the fleshy flowers, like begonias.

-Gerald Durrell

sweet peas

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100 days of summer :: day 55

“The best way to eat crabs, as everyone knows,
is off newspaper at a large table with a large number of people.”
-Laurie Colwin

fresh crab

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100 days of summer :: day 54

“Sometimes when I find out what's on other people's minds I honestly wonder if we all live on totally separate planets.”

― Anne Tyler, Three Days in June

I worked in the garden this morning for a few hours. Everything had out grown its boundaries and was in need of a hair cut. The morning was cool and it was a relief after the heat over the past few days.

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100 days of summer ;; DAY 53

 

Eating outdoors makes for good health and long life and good temper, everyone knows that.

-Elsie de Wolfe

 
 

A big bowl of steamed broccoli and a perfectly ripe watermelon is the perfect summer meal. Especially when it is 80 degrees out.

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100 days of summer :: day 52

A dog's idea of personal grooming is to roll on a dead fish.

- James P. Gorman

Someone got a bath today!
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100 days of summer :: day 51

“It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.”

― Sue Monk Kidd,

I had a delightful day with Percy yesterday… toes were kissed, bugs were caught and let go, giggles were abound. We read a few books, went through his art box and ate lunch together. It was too hot for a walk, and really too hot to even ride in the car, so we stuck close to home while his mom and dad worked away in the office and bakery. These days will come to an end come September when he starts kindergarten, and I can’t help but wonder how that will feel. I come home and take this photo, and think of my mom, as she loved these goose beak flowers, as she called them. It got me feeling a bit nostalgic wishing I could call her and tell her about my day. But if I close my eyes and listen I can hear the way she always answered the phone and for now, that will have to be enough.

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