I'm finding that it takes a bit more looking to find "pretties" in the garden now than earlier in the season.
The full, lush blooms of late June and early July have have given way to the hardy coneflowers and Black-Eyed Susans of late August, along with a few morning glories and some roses that are looking forward to cooler days.
It's good for me to remember that each day carries with it a bit of beauty,
This is one of those "odds and sods" sorts of posts.
Do you remember the dark-stained, battered French door I wanted to spruce up a bit?
It did get done, but I didn't share it here. I've been telling myself that it needs somethings other than that small spray of lavender on it.
Another project, still on the go, is clearing out and fixing up the scary basement. This is one small corner of it.
Back on the main floor, there was the task of assembling a desk. There is something satisfying about accomplishing this kind of job; one would think I'd grown the pine tree and designed the desk myself, given the delight I take in having it.
Just the place for blog posts to fly from my fingertips.
Well, perhaps a good breeze from the window will assist in getting some airborne; any ideas have been languishing in the hangar.
There has beena bit of baking for one potluck
and reincarnated leftovers from another one.
Toss in a country drive every now and again,
perhaps a stop in an old mill, and that has been the last couple of weeks.
My gardening has been neglected and it looks a rather bedraggled outside. I sometimes wonder what routines people have to keep on top of things. Do feel free to share your strategies.
Sitting down to write the occasional blog post seems to require more self discipline than I've had of late. I've been puttering around, mentally writing a "To Do" list that needs to be transferred to paper, something tangible, looking at me with an expectant air.
Yesterday, I had plans. A drive in the country should have resulted in a bit of blueberry picking. I didn't note, before leaving home, that the concession road dipped south before heading east again. There will be no Mason jars of fresh jam in this post. Not that I've ever made jam, but I'm willing to give it a whirl. No jam (yet), but the countryside was beautiful.
While wondering what I would write about today, I found myself thinking about the "Sunlit Sunday" meme I run in the wintertime. My mind wanders there when I see scenes like these; I never tire of the dancing light, the crisp shadows, and the patterns created by the interplay of the two. If a lace curtain happens to catch a summer breeze and billows out like a delicate gown, so much the better. A little bit of fancy is good for the soul.
Blog posts have been infrequent, but some photos I've shared on the My Little Home and Garden Facebook page, here.
A bit of baking,
a bouquet or two,
now and again, a question.
Also, of late, I have spent some time attempting to deal with this yarn. One hank, 800 metres of lace weight alpaca. It looks innocent enough, but I've never (in my limited knitting experience) used such fine yarn before.
It had an identification number which I looked it up and found that the colour name was, appropriately, "Lavender". I'll not confess how many times I've attempted to start a project with it. The Ravelry site has plenty of ideas for "easy" patterns. It's a humbling experience, people!
Time for a cup of tea.
Tomorrow, it will be camomile and plenty of it. Here's why:
This, my friends, is a desk.
It's bound to go together easily, right?
After all, it doesn't involve skinny knitting needles and lace weight yarn!