Continuing with August Break 2013 and my own personal challenge to take at least one photo per day, this collage gives a little slice of my life over the past week.
Looks summery, doesn't it? Considering the craptastic summer I have had, this photo challenge is helping me pay attention to and appreciate the little things: a watermelon growing in my garden, a bright color display of gladiolas, a walk around the neighborhood, and an anniversary celebration.
I find that looking back over a week's worth of photos, there is a lot to be grateful for.
Sherri, Sherri, quite contrary How does your garden grow? The stems are slow, the food too early Then animals chomp it all.
I know, I know. It didn't rhyme. But this year's garden is disappointing.
The herbs are doing really well. The strawberries were great. Then the birds got the blueberries and cherries. The vegetables were suspiciously flat. The sunflowers were pruned by some sort of creature when their stems reached knee height. The bell peppers were eaten. The serranos were not. (Apparently the wildlife shares my love of fresh foods, but not of hot peppers.)
The peaches were flourishing. Small, but many. We probably had a hundred peaches on the tree nearing ripeness, then the next day there were two. As in one... two. Two peaches. Most of the branches were broken and a bunch of pits were on the ground. I thought maybe deer had gotten to them.
The number of plums also seemed to be shrinking and a couple of that tree's branches were broken, too.
As part of August Break 2013 (with the lovely Susannah Conway), I'm posting photographs to my blog this month. Her rules are that there aren't any real rules. We are to do what feels right- post daily or once in a while.
I may not be able to post every day, however, I am using this project as an opportunity to challenge myself to take one new photograph every day. So, here are my photos from Saturday, Sunday, and Monday (today)...
Saturday: The Little One got his very first bike. A hand-me-down from his big brother who outgrow it many, many years ago, it also spent a few years with our friend's son.
Sunday: We accomplished a lot of nagging tasks on our to do list like cleaning out the garage and making a repair to my car, the latter of which looked something like this in the middle of the whole endeavor.
Monday (today): The weather is gorgeous- a real blessing after a summer alternating between thunder storms and extreme heat and humidity. After lunch The Little One and I play…
This spring, one of my best friends sent me a box filled with bulbs. I've never worked with bulbs before, but I was excited to give it a try. My husband helped me clear a space for them and I dug and planted, dug and planted, until they were all in the ground.
Within a few weeks several little shoots of green started poking through the mulch. Over the past two months they've grown into tall spikes of green.
This week, we got our first bloom. Yesterday the first flowers were fully open, so I snapped this picture in the rain.
I love the pop of vibrant orangey-red. It's a great reminder that there is life outside, even if my vegetable garden thinks otherwise.
I can't believe it's the first of August already. Where has this year gone?
Looking out my window, you'd never know it was summer. The sky is dark and rain has been alternating between drizzle and downpour. I like it, though. It has cooled things off a bit, but more than that, it matches my mood.
I'm quiet these days. I mentioned the rough summer I've been experiencing with annoying little trials and tribulations- nothing like the big losses felt by other people I know.
Until last week.
Last week, my grandma died. She had been having a number of medical troubles for the past few months, so it almost seems a blessing she won't be suffering anymore.
Everything feels different now. My grandpa passed away a few years ago, so this latest news means a generation in our family is gone.
We've all bumped up in line. My father and his brothers are now the head of the family. My cousins and I are now the second generation.