Hello, lovely friends! By the time you read this, I will be away again for a few days, bound for what I believe to be one of the most scenic places in the world. We are due summery, warm, sunny weather, which we’ve had a lack of the past few weeks. But I have much to share when I return and thought I’d leave you with a few sneak peeks.
Above is one of many from a new image series underway which I’m actually quite excited about. You’ll hear and see the details soon, as well as…
… an epic story told in stone.
… scenes from around my home, including an overabundance of props
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… and the histories of some precious things
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Thank you all for your comments on the last post. I sooo appreciate hearing your experiences with the sweet Gaura and hope that I can have more success with it next year.
And I’m happy you enjoyed the bouquets of roses and blackberries. I must tell you it is not my original idea – I’ve seen the combination a few times throughout the years, including the July 1996 cover of Victoria which paired roses and raspberries, I believe. So simple and charming. And one of the most rewarding things for me is reading the delightful childhood memories you so kindly share – I love each and every one and the images they evoke, as I’m sure do the other visitors, so please do continue.
See you soon. Have a beautiful weekend and you’ll hear from me in a few days.
xo – g
Somehow, these roses remind me of frothy, whipped, double cream – rich and thick and perfect with freshly-picked wild blackberries.
Blackberries are hugely abundant here in late summer and it’s common to see happy pickers on the roadsides with buckets and bowls, eating as much as they put in their containers. As I pass them in their anonymity, I like to imagine what scrumptious delights they are going to treat their families to that night – pie or cobbler or jam from their grandmother’s recipe.
I really do use this gate post quite often to rest jars and pitchers on while I’m tending to the roses. Sometimes I hang my camera from it, too. This is the fence that divides the upper front lawn (seen above) with the upper back garden. We have many bird baths, but the one you can just make out here is by far the most popular. I remember posting about it when we first purchased it – none of the birds would touch it and now they jostle and spar with one another to get in first.
Tremendous bird activity in the garden this morning – robins and tohees and jays and crows and chickadees. A hummer is resting on the wire outside my window as I write this, which reminds me to freshen up their feeders. We don’t leave food for the other birds – plenty of worms and berries for them – but the hummers we take care of throughout the winter when nothing is blooming.
Canning jars are so nostalgic, aren’t they? I have begun my own collection in recent years but most that I use in photos are borrowed from Mom, who has dozens in all sizes dating from the early 1900s. My parents had an antique shop on our property when we were growing up and Sundays were spent on country drives to go “antiquing”. I remember their thrill of expectation and discovery exploring condemned old houses.
These are all David Austin roses – ‘The Shepherdess’, left and ‘A Shropshire Lad’, right.
‘Lady Emma Hamilton’ and ‘The Shepherdess’. The Shepherdess so very much resembles scoops of vanilla ice cream. Mmm, perhaps I’ll get some sugar cones…
One of my very, very, very favorite flowering plants is Gaura lindheimeri, known as Whirling Butterflies or Beeblossom or Indian Feather. Aren’t those the most wonderful names? To me, they are such magical and sweet plants. This one is ‘Pink Cloud’, with beautiful burgundy and green stems. I’ve been unsuccessful keeping them alive through winter, although they are classified as perennials and I do give them heaps of loving care. So, until I learn what I’m doing wrong, I keep buying new plants to add sprinkles of magic to the late summer garden.
Wishing you a joy-filled new week, dear friends. Thank you for your kind and generous comments and your visits here and a very warm welcome to new visitors and followers – thank you for including me in your day. :)
xo – g
The fleeting light of summer
Months that feel like weeks
Weeks that seem like days
Many are celebrating the first day of autumn.
But the equinox is not officially until 7:09 pm my time this evening. So that is when this post will go live and I will bow, ever so slightly, to autumn. I’m reveling in a beautiful warm day in Seattle, with summer thoughts still drifting through my dreams.
Farewell, fair summer. Hurry back.
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(I’m so very delighted you liked the download
in the last post
. Thank you so much for your really generous comments – it was so much fun to do for you! If you didn’t get it yet, be sure to stop by. It’s for YOU! xo – g)
p. s. Join me in wishing a most joyful Happy Birthday on Thursday to dear Relyn