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Steam

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Boy, is it steamy here! It’s unbelievably humid. And it’s rainy. Yesterday, I spent some time with Rick at our local nursery and we felt as if we were in the Amazon Rain Forest! The windows are steamed up. My camera lens gets foggy as soon as I go outside. All day long.

Needless to say, we’re staying inside.

We’re getting a lot of rain. I got caught in a big downpour yesterday. It was the kind of downpour that only seems to happen in the summer; out of nowhere, suddenly you’re in the middle of a torrential downpour, where you dare not exit the car until it stops, or you have to duck under an awning, or run inside a store.

I snuck outside in the early evening to take some photos, all the while, wiping off my foggy lens. We have three zinnias in bloom now.

I started cleaning the inside of the dollhouse yesterday. The previous owner glued down the carpet and the kitchen floor. Let’s just say they used a lot of glue. Overly generous amounts of glue. Now I’m trying to figure out how to pry  that glue off the floors and the seams between the walls and the floors. Not sure yet how to do it without damaging the floors – I’ll have to do some research. Thank goodness for the internet!

I also cleaned up my desk. I hadn’t been spending much time in the office over the past few months so it needed some work and I tried to ‘arrange’ Don’s bags of show souvenirs and gifts from the producers that were everywhere. He has yet to sort it all out and I needed to forge a path to the window and the air conditioner.

I’m so enjoying my reread of A Gentleman in Moscow. It’s so beautifully written, so evocative of a certain time in history. The characters are wonderful; for me, they’re like old friends. You know that feeling when you crack open a beloved book to allow yourself the pleasure of reading it again and you read the first page and your shoulders drop and you sigh with happiness?

That’s what I’m feeling.

Before I forget:

My friend Melanie, a longtime reader of this blog, sent me this sticker and magnet.

I love them! The magnet is currently on the refrigerator, but I’m wondering if I might put it in my car…hmmm. Thanks so much, Melanie!

Happy Tuesday.

Flowers and Books

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The geranium that I overwinter every year had me thinking it wouldn’t bloom this summer, but it fooled me again. It’s a small plant, certainly not lush in its growth, but we have a deal now. I take her inside every November and she lives on the floor in the living room. And then I take her outside in the spring.

I mowed the back forty yesterday. Today it’s raining. It started raining overnight. We need it. I am shocked by how low the rivers are. I think we’re due for more rain and storms tomorrow, as well.

And I don’t have to water the gardens! Maybe a few of the porch plants, but that’s it.

I hope you’re not tiring of coneflower photos, because I love taking photos of them. Each one is different. I never tire of capturing their beauty.

This hydrangea – one of the Endless Summer hydrangeas – is blooming. It’s in the Memorial Garden. I got it several years ago through a blog opportunity and I love it, but it remains petite. I don’t know why. My other hydrangeas – the Annabelle and Limelight – are tall and cover quite an expanse of real estate. This one? Nope. I don’t think I have the original tag and I’m now wondering if it’s supposed to be this small. It sure is pretty.

The liatris is just starting to flower.

These books are new to the cottage. I ordered The Pottery Gardener  and Jacob’s Room is Full of Books  from Book Depository in England. And I found Tovah Martin’s latest book, The Garden in Every Sense and Season, at our local bookstore the other day when Don was taking pictures right outside the front door.

The Pottery Gardener is Arthur Parkinson. He created a garden at Emma Bridgewater’s factory and it has become quite famous. I follow him on Instagram. I think – as best I can tell from his latest IG posts – that he has just left that position. He’s young and loves chickens and ducks and flowers.

Jacob’s Room is Full of Books  is by Susan Hill. It’s about reading and favorite books and I love books about books.

Tovah Martin lives in Connecticut. She’s a longtime writer about gardens and flowers and houseplants and I love anything she writes.

I’m also rereading A Gentleman in Moscow  by Amor Towles. I’ve been thinking of it a lot lately. In fact, just the other day it came up in a conversation with Don and I went on and on about its virtues, its beauty, and how much I loved it. So I’m reading it again for the sheer pleasure of it.

The plant in the photo was in Don’s apartment in the city. Now it lives on the coffee table in the den.

Happy Sunday.

Saturday Morning

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We sat out in the Secret Garden this morning, drinking our second cup of coffee. It’s the perfect place to talk; intimate, relatively quiet, birds singing, chipmunks running by. I’m treasuring these sunny mornings – it’s going to rain tomorrow and Monday and off and on throughout next week.

That means I’ll be doing some mowing and other garden chores today. I’m fine with that, in fact, I’m in the mood for that.

Thanks for all your support as Don and I play with our cameras and Don learns an entirely new skill. It’s good to have something to get excited about. That doesn’t mean, however, that we’re not mourning the loss of Margaritaville. We are. We just try to keep the sadness at bay. Yesterday, we took a little nap together on the sofa and when I woke up, I felt such sadness that I wouldn’t be getting a call from Don as he made his way to the theater for the evening. That he wouldn’t be hanging around with his Margaritaville family. That audience members who planned to see it in the fall are being deprived of seeing it with the original cast – a more joyous group of people you will never meet. That particular cast will never perform together again. And that makes me unbelievably sad. Imagine how it makes Don feel. Sigh.

So we mourn, then we distract ourselves. It’s all part of the process.

This bee is exploring the mullein that grows in the back forty. This is the mullein that is over 6 feet tall. It is no longer standing up straight, but is curving downward because of the torrential rain we got last week. I’ve tried to help all of the mullein stalks stand upright, but it isn’t working.

It’s a pretty time in the gardens. But I still have to weed. And I’m approaching that time – it happens every summer – when I no longer want to expend the energy to weed. I’m not there yet, but it’s coming. Prediction: August.

We’re off to have a little breakfast in town and then Don is going off to do his thing and I’m coming back here to do mine.

Happy Saturday.

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