At 45F, the nights don’t feel much like midsummer. I’ve taken to wearing flannel shirts and sweats after dusk. Last evening, after a lovely walk and an hour or so by the fire, I made my way back up the dark road to the house. Time to crash. I came inside and curled up on the sofa with a cup of hot tea and my knitting. The idea was that I’d watch a movie and work on the socks. It must have looked pretty cozy. Sammy jumped up onto my lap, purred and fell asleep. So did I.
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11 responses to “midsummer nights”
The thoughts of flannel are far off…it’s still in the high 70s and low 80s all night. Sitting in front of a fire and starring into it’s center would be so nice…you give a view of autumnal days ahead.
That really does sound heavenly.
We were down to the high 50s last night. Delightful. That is a fine picture of trees and sky in pond. It makes my head twist sideways and I love it.
I feel so energized by this change in weather. No more wet dishrag feeling of trying to survive the heat.
Sounds like a lovely way to spend an evening. I was eyeing a new pair of flannel jammies in a shop earlier today, but it’s not quite the right weather for it. Yet. Much more comfortable knitting weather though.
Beautiful photographs! Thanks for sharing them.
Your pictures are absolutely beautiful! Love them, and I’m waiting eagerly for Fall….
Sounds like a really nice night. Just the right temperature.
Last night it was only 55 here. I’m not ready for summer to be over!
Beautiful photos. It’s funny, but by the time August rolls around, I’m ready to settle into fall. Enough of hot weather! To hell with the garden! Give me back my woolen knitting!
Beautiful pics. I’m ready for fall, but I have a feeling summer’s not done with us yet.
Beautiful. In what part of the country do you live? (For that matter, in what country?) In southern Arizona it’s still hot and yucky, so I’m deeply jealous of your lovely cool nights. Flannel is January-wear in these parts.