for the lazy days of summer . . .
Evening wine on the deck . . . hardly a breeze . . . birds singing . . . breath deep . . . and relax.
How great a life this would be . . . seven days a week. Don't have to worry about that situation happening anytime soon . . . and would you get tired of it after awhile? Become indifferent and unappreciative? Maybe . . .
Now, Shadow has never gotten tired of the lazy life. She is my other baby . . . fifteen years old . . . deaf as a post lately . . . not too many teeth left . . . and scared of her own shadow - lucky she can't hear herself coming and going! Poor dear . . . but she really does like the lazy life and I think she still appreciates every minute of it.
And here is a nice little green scene for you . . . we live not far from the river (up high though), have lots of trees on our property and have lots of both tame and wild flowers. It's almost like living at the lake but don't have to worry about keeping two properties. I like that - I think one property is lots to keep track of . . . even doing that cuts into my quilting time . . .
'til next time,