The gardens are starting to wane now, and already I can feel that shift of season. Or, rather, I'm resisting feeling that shift of season.
My flowers are mostly beyond cutting. Now the birds enjoy the seeds, and I can watch from my kitchen window.
These little crepe myrtles have grown so!
And my limelight hydrangea is starting to sag from the weight of so many blooms.
Inside the dinner dishes are put away, and pots and pans are washed. Everyone is settling down. Or texting.
Since I'm teaching full-time this year and won't be home until late, we caved and bought our middle schooler a phone. She has free rein this summer, but when school starts in a couple of weeks, there will be RULES, trust me.
Lamp light is one of the prettiest things about a home.
This is my favorite place in the summer. I've stopped fussing over the porch now. Instead, I let the plants shed and the dust gather and just enjoy it.
It's that time of night when we feel like these little guys.
I hope your summer nights are as peaceful as ours.