... Okay ... I liked the colors of my new Crocs.
This reminded me of childhood in Kellogg when we saw these on display at the Whitebird Saloon in Northport.
I always take pictures of the Kettle Falls bridge. I don't know why.
This is my brother Raymond Pert stealing the show at the Sixth St. Melodrama in Wallace.
My friend TM loved to call this "Stairway to Heaven" outside the old Catholic Church on Lake Roosevelt.
I loved this unique railing along the walk at Lovitt's Restaurant in ColvilleYou won't find animal heads for trophies around out house. Instead we have strange heads from the remains of tree parts used to build furniture. I love the antlers!
July, hot sunshine, fertilizer, and water create flower blossoms filled with beauty, fragrance, and vivid color. People often ask me if I have a favorite flower. I usually then ask "In what garden?" , "What time of year?" , "Annual or perennial?", or " In my my garden or yours?" It is a very difficult question.
My favorite flower can change from hour to hour. I am not home today, but JEJ has informed me the bright orange trumpet vines are vivid in color and as beautiful as they have ever been. Today that would be my favorite flower. When I was at the writing retreat I fell in love with deep purple petunias. They were more fragrant and deeper in color than any at my house ever .
Taking a drive through Moscow, Idaho today I fell in love with day lilies. They are blooming everywhere and the creamy yellows and apricots are pleasing to the eye. At my mom's house last week-end it was the mixture of annual blooms in containers on her deck. It was the strong fragrance of a lily outside in the moonlight at my sister's house that was a favorite as it drifted into the dining room.
Tomorrow as a venture out with my camera I may find another favorite. Do you have the same problem as me in July? Can you pick a favorite flower?
My niece Z2 fell in love with homeless Juliet at the vet office where she works. She was finally able to adopt her and bring her home on Tuesday.Juliet is adjusting well to her new home and gets along well with her sister Sadie ( in picture on right) and Peaches. I can't wait to meet both of them in person!
Olivia loves to pose for pictures and has already captured the hearts of those near and far.
(photos courtesy of my siblings' blogs and Facebook)
This is what draws me to the garden.
Night after night
enters the face
of the lily
closes its five walls
and its purse
and its fragrance,
and is content
to stand there
in the garden,
not quite sleeping,
saying in lily language
some small words
we can’t hear
even when there is no wind
are so secret,
is so hidden –
it says nothing at all
but just stands there
with the patience
until the whole earth has turned around
and the silver moon
becomes the golden sun –
as the lily absolutely knew it would,
which is itself, isn’t it,
the perfect prayer?
Thanks JEJ for the gorgeous photos of the lilies around the gardens.
A Place Called Home
A logging truck hauling along the rutted road
sun peaking over the eastern mountain.
I’m from baby starlings squawking for their first feeding.
a glowing fireplace, icy cold Busch beer, BBQ, bluebirds
dark soil, dogs song singing, daylilies, dame’s rocket.
I’m from fresh garden peas, farm eggs, morning glory, fur,
water gurgling, clouds dividing, lilacs lingering, green beans sprouting.
first spring crocus, frosty winter ice, fiery autumn leaves, fragrant summer roses.
four dog memorials, cats that never came back, rabbits that grew old,
funerals for neighbors too soon and weddings in the yard.
I’m from reminders in the handwritten recipe,
vivid orange trumpet vine, a blooming dogwood.
empty food dishes, a collar on a nail, and a photo of two black cats.
I’m from laughing at a joke, sharing a simple meal, saying a prayer,
early evening garden tours, and creating a place called home.
on location at the writing retreat