And the neighbour who promised to keep my garden watered was as good as his word. The leaves are green and glowing, the hostas are blooming, so are the foxgloves, the hydrangea, the creeping jenny, and all the rest. Even the houseplants I set outside while the weather is warm:
Christmas cactus. In the rain.
Raindrops.
The little family of chickadees is practicing togetherness and choral dee-dee-deeing.
The old swimming hole.
The squirrels have found the bucket of sunflower seeds that I just refilled:
Hi! Glad you're back!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some serious stuffing to do.
The spiders are in their places, there are snails on the hostas, and a family of harvestmen have established themselves on the wall behind the lemon balm.
Missing a leg. Good thing he has eight.
And ... we got down to the beach, for the first time in three weeks. Ahhhh!
Sand, sea and sky.
Little green crab.
And lugworm poop.
It's good to be home!
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Oh yes, there is no place like home. D was marveling about that very thing this morning as he actually got a morning off ... at home ... in his own yard ... just to lolly.
ReplyDeleteStill a bit nippy here but will gradually warm up as the new week commences. Unfortunately, he have to zip down to the coast come Tuesday! Sigh.
But, I'm glad you're back, luxuriating in your very own digs!
It's always nice to come home. WOW! a Christmas Cactus blooming in Aug. - mine is usually quite limp all summer, then it puts on a good show in Nov. Very pretty blooms. Your nature pictures are wonderful, and your June 19th post was most helpful.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks.
Cis; "Luxuriating". The right word for it!
ReplyDeleteApril: Mine bloomed last year in the summer, too. It's out of step with the rest of the world. But, hey, so am I, so that's cool.
Thanks for the compliments!
Yeah, there is DEFINITELY no place like home. Glad to hear you're back there :)
ReplyDeleteRaul,
ReplyDeleteHi!
Yes, I love Strathcona and my daughter's house is comfortable, but home is home.