I’ve been reminded these last few days (wherein we have not had perpetual rainstorms, as the rest of the summer), why we are so lucky to live here, why hordes of tourists visit our fair Berkshire Hills each and every summer, why we indeed chose to live here. It’s gorgeous. and amazing. and awe-inspiring. love. it. so. much.
I went kayaking in a little pond not too far from here at sunset with John and his dad yesterday, and then we stayed out on the lake under the full Sturgeon Moon until it got too cold to stay. It was so gorgeous. I can’t even really describe it, that’s how gorgeous it was. (er, “Sturgeon Moon” has something to do with the fish being very numerous around this time of year. Or something.)
And my garden is growing. Finally. We’ve even enjoyed some home-grown tomatoes. They are very small, but very tasty and even red, to boot!
This is the scene on my kitchen table today. The Meadow Rue (little purple flowers in big sprays) were tipping over in the garden, so I decided the flowers would be happier on the table and the plants would be happier without all that weight. The yellow is Rudbeckia and the other purple stem is a Hosta flower, along with its own huge lime green leaf. These are all transplants from my mom’s amazing garden. I am so in love with each and every one, and I’m planning to fill every space I find next year with more Rudbeckia, plus maybe more daisies and some bee-balm. {also, those are some of my favorite Ana candles}
