knee deep in weeds

notes on a simple life

the heat of summer

"At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge of a blue wildflower, the distant bleat and clink of grazing goats."

―Alison Croggon, The Naming


The weather is stifling, as we are not use to temperatures in the 90's. I spend the early hours of the morning watering, deadheading and harvesting, while Baker roams the yard. Afternoons are set aside for reading on the deck, until the air conditioning calls and we head inside. Dinner consist of vegetables from the garden, in some kind of salad form and lots of water. By eight it has cooled down enough to sit outside, if i can stay awake. Sometimes we are in bed before it is even dark. 

Summer days are the best. 

have a lovely weekend,