Another color for feasting one’s eyes. It has been very hot out there the last few days. I hope the flowers enjoy it. It will cool down fast and we’ll have a break before any relentless Summer gets it’s hooks into us.
Finally got some good pictures of the new white papavers.
You have to catch them in just the right light. Too much light and the image blown out. Too little and they look drab.
These are more of the fine crop of Annie’s flowers we got at Eileen Barry’s Wild Thyme in April.
The tomatoes are doing very well. A closer examination gave e the distinct impression that we did get cherry tomatoes. I hope so. one plant is filled with many, many, little red bulbs.
I also stuck an old onion in a planter from which I expect to see pretty buds soon. Will they be shades of lavender?
Egad! It seems that a childhood illness I once suffered may have made a late-life return. The doctors agree that it looks like tuberculosis. That is the good news, assuming that we can agree, TB is preferable to the big C.
This is the point in my once workaholic creative life where I am trying to convince myself that slowing down is not so very awful.
So I’m fiercely independent. So I can’t sit still. I’m a doer. I do have a list of tasks that constantly self-generates.
I’m wracked with maker-guilt at the measly amount of blog posts I’ve managed this month but my body demands that I take a frickin’ break.
I spent the summer arguing with myself about when I was going to chill. I planned long hours of peaceful reflection, film viewing, hours of devouring all the unread books I’ve got stashed but his leopard is finding it nearly impossible to change it’s spots.
I am impatient with myself. Work and care taking happen a little bit at a time and that will have to be okay. I will get better at knowing my limits.
And now for the giggles (gifts from my daughter ♥):
The green things are still growing. They might be a little ragged at the edges but still beautiful.
Pretty lights, baby. In the mornings, especially in the cool months, I like to light the candles in my fireplace. I think of myself being
“A spark from the one divine fire”
Lighting the candles is all about gratitude and faith that we can all know our best selves, do good work and feel love.