Here we are in the early part of August already. The nights are getting cooler and we will see color on the mountains by the end of the month. Nothing earth-shaking is going on, just summer life as usual. The plants are growing profusely, Uncle's hens are still laying, the honeysuckle vine is going crazy, the reduced-size family is gathering, and we are picnicking with dear friends. So all is right with the world.
1 dozen beautiful eggs from Ann, Stephen,
and their chickens
The family says "Hi!" to the Hastings and Young
cousins and to Auntie Katy
The Freestones and Ostergars at our
recent summer picnic
The trumpet vine is finally meeting
the measure of its creation
The promise of cantaloupe
We are just a few days away from
home-grown tomatoes
It's not much, but that's all for now.
OXO
D.
1 dozen beautiful eggs from Ann, Stephen,
The family says "Hi!" to the Hastings and Young
The Freestones and Ostergars at our
The trumpet vine is finally meeting
The promise of cantaloupe
We are just a few days away from
4 comments:
aww shucks, that made me homesick. And I think that the color of eggs is just about the most beautiful color scheme.
Yeah, agreed to what Anna said. I love those eggs! Hello to everyone back! Blergh...
I'm all about the eggs as well, and the trumpet vine, so pretty.
Oh I wish we were there to enjoy the gardens plenty! Beautiful Eggs!
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