I keep thinking it’s September. Probably because we had two and a half inches of rain last night/this morning; it’s been gray and dreary all day without that oppressive humidity I think relaxes every muscle in my body and works as a massage for both body and soul. It’s supposed to be like this for the rest of the extended weather report. I’m a bit excited as I need some time to listen to Warren Zevon (makes me appreciate life so so much) and watch Hoarder: Buried Alive episodes I have been DVR’ing–I run up and clean during the truly gross parts.
I went to two birthday parties for President Obama. One here that was incredible basically because I met wonderful people and one in Wilmington NC in a funky sore/bar/live music venue across from the river.
Going to Wilmington is like going to the big city for me. If we want to go to Wrightsville Beach we end up everywhere else; if we don’t want to go to Whrightsville we end up on the bridge going to it. It’s happened every time I have gone.
This photo was taken about a month ago. I’ll be taking pictures this weekend, probably. The Tabasco peppers are growing like weeds!
Wonderful memories of late June and relaxing on your deck with all the plants and blooms and that wonderfully peppy chameleon running along the top of your garden fence. Such a wonderful oasis you have created for yourself and those you share it with. The clouds will eventually part and you will bask again in the SC sun. When I conjure your image it is either out on your patio or walking along the beach with the emerald tinted surf as the background. Missing you
Chris
You keep thinking it’s September. I keep thinking it’s October.
Someone gave me some garden jalapenos a few weeks ago. I put them on my enchilada casserole the other night. Burn yo’ tongue!
I’m pretty sure it’s not September.
I’m with Doug. We’re roasting up in Massachusetts.