"It was imprudent of us, in the first place, to become authors. We could have ecome something regular, but we managed not to.
We were lucky, but we were also determined." Roy Blount Jr
"I don’t change the facts to enhance the drama. I think of it the other way round, the drama has got to fit the facts,
and it’s your job as a writer to find the shape in real life." Hilary Mantel
Sunday, August 24, 2008
First stroll was round the Lodge this morning before church, when the sky was still grey. Items are shown in more or less the order in which I encountered them.
Stepping onto the deck, I find my potted heather plant blooming...
...and my scarlet runner beans.
In the border at the edge of the big deck, the globular form of an opening Cottage Rose blossom.
In the perennial border at the edge of the woods, more heather.
Beside our woodpile, my new mountain of wood chips. It smells very nice.
Beside the octagon deck, white rugosa and orange rose hip.
Growing at the back of the house, the perennial sweet pea that hybridised here on the property when the magenta one and the white one cross pollinated.
Garden phlox in the rose and perennial garden at the rear of our decks.
The flowers in bloom are quintessentially late summer. But from the front yard I see signs of approaching autumn in the changing maple tree.
My second stroll took place at church. A morning glory on the walkway.
Hydrangea a little bit nearer the red front door.
At some point during the service or our Adult Forum on the Book of Common Prayer, the sunshine returned.
Now we're trying to decide what else to do with this lovely day. A canoe ride on the little lake? Bathing the dogs? Scraping rust off the cast iron railings at the front steps and re-painting them green? Curling up with a book? Tidying the inside of the house? Mowing the wildflower patch? Pulling weeds in the borders?
Too many choices....
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Posted by Margaret Evans Porter