Day Two Hundred Sixty 2012

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.
~Joseph Addison  (English Essayist, Poet, Dramatist and Statesman, 1672-1719)

Day One Hundred Six 2012

Beautiful Sunday

Enjoyed this beautiful windy sunny Sunday afternoon, mostly outside. Neil and I bought some plants from a guy who sets up his greenhouse in town every spring~~Lantana, a couple of Geraniums, an Asparagus fern and another couple of big potted ferns that I will have to re-pot. I hung my curtains (sheets, actually) up on the front porch, which creates a nice little cozy hideaway that's great for reading, plus the sheets block the afternoon sun. I'm sure people driving by think I've hung my bedsheets out to dry. They don't know I'm tucked away back there, sitting in my creaky wicker rocker, reading some novel, listening to my wind chimes making music. Not too shabby. Hope your Sunday was a good one, too.

Day One Hundred Seventy Eight 2010

Summer Sunday Afternoon

Red, ripe, juicy, sweet, seedless. What more can I say. Watermelon at Bistro Ranft was to die for.

"Look," says Neil, "a 45 degree triangle." He then proceeds to explain to me how those differ from an isosceles triangle. He can be so romantic.

Summer sky.

Hydrangea is one of my favorite flowers.

We have several that never bloomed until this year. I hear it's because of the rainy Spring.

Buddy Cat stopped by to sprawl out and watch me take pictures of hydrangeas. He likes to be where the people are. He's my good buddy (when he's not bugging me for food). Another new week. Have a good one, y'all!