summer-y

watering the gardens early in the morning. preparing for that big heat of the day.

the tomatoes, basil & geraniums love the hot,  as long as they have water.

and I've let the grass dry up. because really I can't justify watering the grass. is that what water is really for?

and if I were fancy-free, I'd be heading to the lake by lunchtime. with a raft. so I could just float. and drop myself into the water whenever.

hot june

black-eyed susan

sort of ridiculous how hot it is outside.

purple/pink coneflower

and sort of ridiculous that I'm considering taking some iced tea & a book outside to be hot. (and mom, of course a hat and some sunscreen.)

green cherry tomatoes

and I know it won't help the headache I woke with. except it may help me shed some toxins. (bourbon, why don't you like me as much as I like you?)


but it is summer.  and in the dead winter of january, these are the days I dream of.

in the forest

early morning light.

early morning wild geranium. (I think)

and watching early morning coffee-with-bailey's being prepared.


I felt lucky for all of it.

bumpy canyon roads. looking for that quiet spot with a fine view.

big ol' sunny meadow. with grand vista views. and a high mountain wind.





















the flatlander had some altitude issues.
but finally a sweet little spot by the creek was found.

snacks. dinner. drinks. waiting for the stars to come out.
and sleeping to the sound of mountain water rushing by.

and then morning coffee & driving down, back to responsibilities, schedules & a suitcase.

a haircut. a ride around the enchanted circle.
good pizza & beer in a shady courtyard.

a creaky old western store full of boots. and old, pretty silver jewelry.
and thrift store shopping which we came out empty-handed.

wildfires all around. but here clear, blue skies.
and tomorrow, camping.

quiet train trip. open fields. dirt rusty with iron ore. shakespeare on stage. tall, green trees and water rushing by. and in an old abobe church with a crooked cross, dinner of fresh & locally grown foods; chicken tacos with cabbage & spicy cinnamon, salad with strawberries & a tamale with an earthy mole.

tomatoes. battling the hot & persistent south wind.
102 degrees and it is still officially spring.

june morning

the lily which I've been waiting to bloom.
and this morning here it is, lovely in its orange.
going to be a hot weekend, but whatever, because the sun will be out & enjoyed by me.

just another one of my new favorite photos.
this one taken by my brother.
I love that for them going for walks in a country field is just a normal day.

the lovely weekend...

waiting for company to arrive. with my house clean & lots of little plans.

made blueberry muffins. drank coffee on the porch.

there was a sunny bicycle ride around town. which ended when the old Flyer got a flat. and then it was a sunny walk back home for me.

a couple of meals in the backyard. this one with shandy made with Ad Astra Ale. mmm.
then baked lemon butter cupcakes, it was my birthday after all.

then with a couple few cucumber lime margaritas, some late night Dutch Blitz.
in which best friends are driven to start cursing, yelling & laughing at each other.

on my own again, I'd reserved the day for sunshine.
but the wind & clouds came instead. so some sewing. and I have
a little napper as company.

just one of my new favorite photos.
(mom at a camp stove & in the mountains on mem day weekend)

great things list #19

may flowers for a birthday.

the lovely spring days of may

my favorite kind of birthday card came in the mail.
the kind that has been cut & glued & drawn.

and along with a present from mom, came peonies, 
my favorite kind of birthday flower.

also this weekend was sunshine, antique store shopping with a best friend, a brother to help me with some house repair & a visit from the niece & nephew, who came bearing tater tots and slushies.

time of year again

 an early birthday present. as every year.

a darkest purple iris blooming.

little basils on the back porch.

zinnias coming up.

and a chubby kitten getting yelled at to quit digging holes in my garden.


thank you Kansas springtime.

a.word.a.day - eolian

aeolian or eolian

PRONUNCIATION:

(ee-O-lee-uhn)

MEANING:

adjective: Relating to or caused by the wind.

ETYMOLOGY:

After Aeolus, god of the winds in Greek mythology. As keeper of the winds, he gave a bag containing winds to help with Odysseus's sailing.

USAGE:

"It would not be surprising if a few features -- even very large ones -- were sculpted by aeolian processes into the pyramidal forms we see."
Carl Sagan and Ann Druyan; The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark; Random House; 1995.

mother's day

this is how fortunate I am.
the mothers in my life, who have never failed in their unconditional love & support for me.

happy mother's day.

on the Hacienda, from SMU Library collection

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tehuana woman, SMU Library collection

Yucatan woman, from the LOC collection

viva el cinco de mayo.
(photos found on The Commons)

in the air

signs today that spring is really here.
happy frog organic fertilizer, tomatoes planted & dirt warming in the sun.
new flowers from the garden center.

iris blooming along my fence.
& I got chased out of my garage by a huge bumblebee.

woke up feeling stuffy from pollen in the air.
& I found my kitten in the garden.

primavera

pretty spring showing in old new mexico.