Saturday, June 25, 2022
Tuesday, June 21, 2022
It may have been the longest day of the year, but it still wasn't quite long enough.
Millie and I mowed our trail. Then, we walked it.
And, she took a dip in the pond.
And the tanager sings his summer songs.
Monday, June 13, 2022
How did we get here already? The longest day of the year is right upon us again. To my way of thinking, the longest and shortest days of the year should be holidays. If you'd care to walk with me over the hill, I could show you the point where the sun will set next week on that longest day. It's the most northern point the sun will reach before heading back south. Millie and I know it well. If the good Lord's willing and the creeks don't rise, we will be there to watch it set on that day.
Things are happening in the garden. The first of the shaggy zinnias are starting to bloom. I sowed only seeds that I collected from all my favorite colors. Hopefully, there will be fewer yellow ones this year. We are off to a good start with the first ones being pink. Pink was not always one of my favorite colors, but over the years, I have developed more of a liking for it in the garden.
A couple of years ago, when I enrolled in a Karen Ruane's class, we did a color study journal in which we selected five of our favorite colors to work with. Since that time, I have been more acutely aware of those colors and work at fitting them in wherever I can, even in the garden. Pink was not included, but I think a bit of it works out just fine.