What a terrific mid-August day it has been: sort-of-coolish, misty-moisty and overcast. I observed that my Bird of Paradise plants are thriving today. I haven't seen them look so "relaxed" all summer. I guess this is my clue to bring them indoors until the triple digits and high-90s abate. (Who knew??)
I went to a neighbor's for coffee this morning. (Neighbor: 5 miles away?) A nice gathering, which we have not done often enough during the past two years of Pandemic.
On the tails of that, I went to a church women's Circle meeting. I can't say that it was uplifting, at all, at all. Too many sad and tired and trying stories. Discussion about the aging folks in our congregation, Parkinson's, hospice, and so on. It's difficult to try to raise the bar a bit with regards to positive conversation and interaction.
And so, I came home to my little oasis, with happy cats and a happy German Shepherd Dog. Happy Huz came home and we have chicken and vegetables roasting in the oven.
THE OVEN! Something we do not regularly use in August. And I clipped off some rosemary from my 2022 raised garden beds, and I smell them wafting, up to the second floor here, of our rural Kansas home.
I suppose I should take some photos of my raised garden... something that seemed folly in early Spring looks to be a success. Ha: Right by our Jed Clampet swimming pool. (Not cement.)
