The mornings are sweetened by walking out into the garden, watering the plants, pouring coffee and finding a sunny spot in the grass to sit upon. I need no wine nor chimney smoke to feel satisfied in these morning hours.
The lilacs are like sunbeams on a cloudy day, so beautiful and bright when they're showing but short lived. I try to look at them like one would look through a microscope or camera, I try my best to remember the moments spent walking down the street with their scent in the air.
Lilac blooms, coffee in a mushroom shaped cup, and an old book called the outlaw.
I didn't love the world yesterday, so I went for a walk through the woods behind my home. I hoped the rolling of my feet, the scent of rain droplets left on the bough, and the sight of green summery glow would come to ease my mind. I haven't felt well these past few weeks but these moods are not new to me. I'm up like a balloon on a string and then I am down like a mole in the ground. This is why I write and sing, this is why I wander to the woods and find my peace again. I'll find my joy tomorrow, I always do, I just need to visit these trees and take a deep lung filled breath.
I've got my wild for bees passport and a bee hotel for the backyard. Here is an invitation to all of the solitary bees in my neighborhood, come rest your weary wings so you can feel well enough to pollinate and buzz about. Did you know bees pollinate more than 80% of our flowering fruits and vegetables?
A picture taken on Canada's birthday.
I played a solo set at the Calgary Stampede 'window on the west' stage.
This is a graveyard for all of the flowers we lost in the hail storm. I'm hoping to preserve them by pressing the petals. Whoever said gardening was easy never had a garden near the mountains.
I traveled North for a family reunion -- I picked flowers in the Prairie grass and sang campfire songs in a wooden barn. I also got bit by five hundred mosquitoes.
All sorts of flowers picked from the summer garden.
Munching on watermelon below the backyard May Tree. I wonder why I even make plans come summertime -- all I want to do is eat fruit and sit by myself in the tall grass.
If only each day could begin with a guitar in the garden.
The first day of August was spent with the blooms in my garden. Pictured here are my favorite flowers, they remind me of summer days spent underneath the mountains. All I am longing for now is a creek or a lake where I can swim with the fishies.
Medicine to the mind.
Today is August 6th, I'll be seeing you again soon.
Tell me about your Summer - is it everything you dreamed it to be?