From August 7 – August 13, 2023
*Watching birds hunt for their lunch over the Minas Basin
*This sleepy old man
*A field artistically dotted with hay bales
*’The Artist’s Wife, Evelyn, Knitting on a Daybed’ by Gerald Gardiner, 1934
*The view while out running errands
*My grandpets approve this message
*The relief of a rainy morning
From July 31 – August 6, 2023
*A small, but healthy garlic harvest
(In front of a mint plant the size of a minivan.)
It’s been a banner year for raspberries, too, but I keep forgetting to snap a picture before we eat them.
*This sassy cardinal
*This old newspaper’s tip for summer
Why didn’t I think of this?
*Communing with cows on Church St
*These words of wisdom
“We can just let people be who they are and we can believe that the freer each person is, the better we all are.”
Glennon Doyle
*The view from TapRoot Farms after picking up our CSA boxes
*Haying time on Wellington Dyke
I look at Twitter once or twice a day to (1) get some idea of what’s going on in the world and (2) more importantly, save the funny memes. Like this one:
It’s still summer – STILL! IT NEVER ENDS! – and…big sigh.
My August is like everybody else’s February: I hate the sky, I’m sick of being trapped indoors and I can barely remember what it feels like to wake up with any enthusiasm whatsoever for a new day. I just keep plodding along, blinds down and A/C pumping, putting in the days, looking longingly at the calendar and telling myself things will start to improve in another month or so. Or will they? September is usually hot and sunny here, too. Blech.
On that cheery note, this made me laugh.
Yeah, well, even if I lived in Danbury, the mayor isn’t invited.
Thank goodness Anna’s new soap dispenser came with assembly instructions…
Guilty as charged.
I can’t remember where I saw this and I have no idea who made it, but I would like to thank that person, from the bottom of my heart, for the best laugh I’ve had this year.