Oh the abundance of an August morning!
The neighbour's flowers are taller than the fence between us now, and when the sun rises, they're quite lovely with the orange and pinks behind them.
The flower pot hanging from our vine covered partition has been subsumed by the the Virginia creeper, but the red petunias, I thought, looked rather sweet in front of the shots of red from the Evan's cherry tree.
We picked the cherry tree yesterday, and spent several hours washing, pitting, freezing. The crop, I'm happy to say, was about a quarter of what it was last year. We have enough for several pies, etc. And that's plenty. Last year it was a bit overwhelming.
So. This morning. Listening to: Why Does it Always Rain on Me, by Travis. Which was played in a wonderful scene in William and Mary which we watched last night. The Martin Clunes - fest continues.
Reading: this article about the poet Fanny Howe.
Drinking, a ton of coffee. Playing around with photographs. The usual.
Everyday a new poppy - thankful for having thrown a packet of seeds into a pot earlier this summer.
The tea roses still blooming, and fading so beautifully.
I won't apologize for the endless zinnia photos I keep posting, will I?
Front yard light, roses. No apologies here either. It wasn't so long ago this part of the garden was buried in 5 feet of snow. Not even kidding. And it will be again before we know it.
And, well, let's end on a sandwich. We've been going to the Italian Centre quite often lately for their bread, meat, cheese....total comfort food. So glad they opened a store in the west end, near our house.