It has been such a dark, gloomy summer that its hard to find anything to take a picture of. This bush is a mystery to me. It appeared one day. It seems kind of farmie, doesn't it? It smells nice too.
We picked 80 pounds of strawberries this morning. Then washed, hulled and froze them for our annual chicken barbeque in July. Now I need to pick some for myself.
Just a few choices of fabric available at the Waterwheel Quilt Shop in Londonderry, Vermont. I sew there every Tuesday. Right now I am making a baby quilt for my newest grandchild, Virginia Mae. Imagine the choices this wonderful place offers. I have the most beautiful fabric available anywhere right at my finger tips.
Another summer arrives and along with it, fresh vegetables. To anyone but me this picture probably seems mundane and plain. As for me, this is what I live for, fresh, wholesome, and local grown and you can't (literally) take a picture of that.
This is the beginning of the calendula crop. I dry the flowers on my kitchen window sill all summer. The more you pick, the more they spread. So count on healing salve in your Christmas basket this year.
I am blessed with many daylilies, every color and they bloom at different times all summer. I never forget that God, in his wisdom, placed beauty all around us to feed and nourish our souls.
It's June. And while I realize this in my sensible mind, I just keep knitting sweaters for that new grandbaby over in Maine. Tom says this one looks like something a hippie would wear. Well? So what!
After church this morning, I spent some time wandering around outside. My flowers are finally blooming after a lot of recent rain. They sure do make all the work worth it.