Hello from the foothills! I'm going to start this post with The End, and you may guess from the first photo that I'm referring to the unusually long, depressive heat we've experienced since late spring. I am so glad to see this brown leaf and many others that have begun to expel themselves from our exhausted sugar maples. Goodbye summer of 2016 - you will not be missed.
We planted several tomato plants, as usual, but reaped nary a fruit from them. However, unnoticed at first, a total volunteer fought to live through the heat and lack of rain from under a pile of compost, and has bloomed and started producing our favorite Rutgers tomatoes. They are few in number and quite small, but we are thankful for small things like this right now. (I'm sure Ma Ingalls is nodding her head and sayin' "Been there!" from her heavenly abode.) Homegrown tomatoes are the best!
Ah now, this is a bright spot and also a freebie from last year. Some folks had sold their house and were having a moving sale, and I had commented that I loved their Double Rose of Sharon so the lady told me to take some cuttings if I wanted to, so I did. Of the two cuttings only one lived, but it rooted in no time and now is only one year old and blooming. Thankful, again. Love it.
Now, for a little Therapy. I readily admit I mostly knitted my way through the summer in my spare time. Knitting is a very calming retreat once you've mastered a few stitches.
I think Ma Ingalls might be a tad surprised how we like to wear our shawls these days. o.O I did enjoy the knitting, and this one is an asymetrical triangle, which shape I had not done before.
There was a bit of dog sitting within the family, and the owners rewarded me handsomely with this 6-cup measuring pitcher by Pioneer Woman. The pattern is Timeless, and I agree. That Pioneer Woman knows how to make everyday kitchenware beautiful.
If the weather is still holding you hostage, you have my deepest sympathies. Until next time may cool winds blow as soothingly in your neck o' the woods as, finally, they have in mine.
|A shot of a gated community in the big city to our north. (Good Fences meme.)