the blue muse

Summer’s heat has arrived, a bit late and slightly disheveled.

Tomatoes begin to grow, mosquitoes rule the land,
and the garden fades from peak to tattered.

I read and I write and sit beneath the sky.

July has been the most social month
I’ve had in a long time.

My mind seeks the quiet place of August,
the too-hot, too-tired, used-up shadows,
where there is still time to bloom
if you can take the sun.

Lobelia and zinnias and
sunflowers.

The bold flowers.

We’ll grow together.

.

.

.

and dew drop earrings

gentle breezes

and moonlight

casting shadows

on the path

of summer’s

journey

.

.

.

.

time, divided

between

life and love

work and leisure

bloom and wither

song and silence

.

hope, multiplied

.

.

.

and big-hearted

beneath a sky that knows no bounds

.

wishing you a weekend filled with light

.

.

.

open and bloom

breathe and expand

exalt and embrace

.

.

.

In a morning already hot and filled with sunshine.

We take what we get this year, every other day seems to be rainy, but I spent much of the weekend outside beneath the sky and the crazy dueling song of two mockingbirds.

Solace and solitude for a slightly tired soul.

I read for nine hours Saturday, outside in the shade and then inside late into the night. It was an escape into another world, one I would never want to live in, but a fabulously told story just the same: The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah. I love a book that removes me from my life and transports me to another, a book that lets me believe, even for a few short hours, that I have traveled somewhere new.

And I love these mornings filled with open windows and happy birds, bare feet and tea with roses.

.

Wishing you a week filled with love.

.

.

.

.

comes the bloom of change

and the blush of age

and the sweet silent smile

of remembering

.

.

.

in the ever precious
short-lived
long days
of summer

i sit and breathe

taking time

watching

entertained

by nothing

needing only
the quiet cover
of dawn’s
eloquent
sky

.

.

.

It was a weekend of sunshine and socializing, warm days and perfect nights.

The Summer of Smiles is in full swing and it was nice
to spend time with friends I haven’t seen in a while.

I discovered three tiny baby sparrows in the dwarf alberta spruce,
too close to NaughtyKitten’s favorite haunt,
so I’m going to have to keep an eye on them.
At least I’ll try.

Morning tea in the garden has become routine once again
and there really is no better way to start a day.

Sunrise and birdsong as I sit in my own small oasis
of fern and flower, grass and tree, hidden from the world.

Grateful, sated, content just to be here.

Basking in the glow of life.

Remembering to pay attention.

.

Wishing you a week filled with smiles.

.

.

.