Out here, summer is suddenly in full bloom: strawberry season just started, the ferry lines snake up past the terminal to the hills, Gemini parties fill each weekend, bees are swarming (I have to remember to put up my swarm hive!), hay pollen is making everyone miserable…
I was doing so well before hay-fever set in, or at least managing the demands of summer life with some modicum of control, but now that I have to actually sleep several hours a night, things are falling by the wayside. For one thing, it would appear that I can longer compose, nor take a decent outfit shot and the world will forever be ignorant what I'm wearing these days. Alas.
My neighbor Irene's garden which already looks like Eden, is about to burst in even further bloom, singularly rivaling the city of Portland in all it's floral glory.
Our next door neighbor's two sows each gave birth to a little of piglets, and the "wild" turkey mama who's been hanging out in our yard had four tiny turkeys in tow the other day. I dare you to try to find something more adorable than a baby turkey.
My own garden is doing well, though hand-watering it is setting some limitations and I think I planted my broccoli starts right at the wrong moment.
Speaking of Portland, I don't think I ever showed you guys my two latest tattoo additions: the dark of the moon and a thin band for my wedding ring, which I can no longer wear because so many of my jobs involve using my hands.
I may have made it a little too thin, and not taken into account that I heal fast, but scar really easily, because what is a tattoo but an injury your skin tries to scar over…
Either way I'm going to have to get it touched up pretty soon.
With all this summer time madness, some people still manage to sleep 'till the sun goes down.
Oh to be a cat on summer's day...