It has been really windy here today. But sunny and beautiful!
I could sit for hours just looking at the lake as it shimmers and sparkles.
A windy day is a perfect day for hanging sheets on the line. I love there fresh smell!
You can see the mess of the MIL "camp" in progress in the background. Sorry!
It was the perfect day for drying this lambswool coat I'd forgot that I had bought.
It stank of strong cigarette smoke. After washing it twice in baking soda and white
vinegar, then regular laundry soap and lots of softener, it came out smelling like a
rose.
The only flowers I have blooming now are the ones in my baskets and pots.
I can't even imagine thinking about fall yet, it is still so green here. But I think
the reason I feel this way is because I have all four seasons. If you lived where it
was green year round, then you wouldn't necessarily judge fall by the coloring of
the leaves or the frosting nights. You might consider it fall when your children
return to school or your garden is finished bearing. So, tell me, how do you
determine when it's fall? Do you go by the date on the calender? I'm really
interested in knowing! Please tell.
