I change the photos at the beginning of the blog from time to time. I’ve chosen them to remind myself that the world is larger than ritual abuse and is filled with serenity and beauty.
Those pretty little California poppies that symbolized summer here have set seed – long, tapered seed pods that pop open when touched and fling their seed far and wide. It’s time to say to this year’s glorious show and turn my attention to the present.
Here is a photograph taken by a friend of mine on the West Coast. It makes me homesick for the East Coast. The colors of the underbrush, the pine trees, the low-lying morning fog. The river full of summer rain – not that New England had a lot of rain this year.
Funny how Oregon and Washington can look more like Massachusetts and Vermont than Massachusetts and Vermont do.
In my garden, which is irrigated, something is in bloom all year round. Right now I have the last of the purple sweet peas, the first of the pink neremes, red, yellow, pink, white, and orange roses, Japanese anemones, purple salvia, white cosmos, and a few more things, I feel like I am bragging, but I have nothing to do with bloom times in a Mediterranean climate. All I have to do is sit back and enjoy. Well, and weed, too.