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.
After so many days on the move, it felt great to sort of mosey around; unpacking, playing with the cats, checking the gardens, gathering broccoli (and eating it for dinner), the list goes on. I read for a bit on the deck. It was cool and lovely and sometime around 3:00 or so I decided to take the sock and my book into the canoe and float around the pond. The second sock had been to the mountains but never on the water. It’s time to finish these puppies. They’ve been around. But, back to the pond. I barely paddled, mostly just let the breeze take me where it would. The cats watched from the banks. I watched them, the fish, and a tadpole checking me out. The hummingbirds buzzed the garden. I knitted, I read. I relaxed. It was lovely.
Supper was simple and eaten at a table in the back yard. I sauteed some Italian chicken sausage with garden fresh broccoli and new red onions, topped it with feta, wedges of tomatoes on the side.
Bliss. That dinner is a signature “Norma” dinner. Yum.
Enjoy!
Thoroughly lovely. HUGE tadpole.
Nothing like being away for a few days to appreciate the simple comforts of home…great photo of the polliwog!
Looks idyllic to me!
On mornings like this one, on mornings when the phone is out, AGAIN, or still, I write in Word, with the hope that I’ll be able to post later. It is a mystery why MY phone lines are out so many days of each month. On days like this, I ask myself if it a plot to actually raise the monthly fee by only servicing half the time? I remember back to a time, in Honduras, when that was the case. As soon as anyone in the phone company (or maybe the neighborhood) realized that you might be ‘away’, your phone line was immediately appropriated to service someone else. On your return, you’d wait until your line could be ‘fixed’. Days, weeks, even months could pass. I’m kidding.. about the rate service part. The service representative says that that they can see there is a problem. Yes??? But, she asks, are you using that number now? Why, yes, I am. She tells me it sounds as if I’m on my cell phone, there is static, and it keeps cutting out. Duh… that is what I’m calling about. I tell myself, over and over, DON’T SHOOT THE MESSENGER. Wish me luck. I have the nicest phone guys. But, I wonder…
I told you there was music on my trip last week. The first night I saw the Temptations. C told me years ago, that they played at his high school graduation. I did the math. The guys on the stage couldn’t have been at C’s graduation. One of them was… these were the ‘new’ Temptations. Great fun! Great music!
The next night there was more music, same venue, different band. Aphrodesia, a group from San Francisco, arrived in their vegetable oil powered bus. My feet are still tapping. I’m not sure how to describe their music. The party invitation had described it as ‘world music’. Afro funk.. Brazilian techno… whatever.. WoW! They really put on a show. If you ever get a chance, catch their act.
Vegetable Oil powered bus? Seriously? That sounds cool.
I hope your phone company gets it’s act together without requiring a fortune from you to do it’s job.
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.