So although there are plenty of crafty, thoughtful, interesting blog posts floating through my brain--mostly when I'm trying to fall asleep--all you're getting from this one is summer.
A blue hydrangea blossom and red strawberries kind of summer.
A summer of lazy Saturday morning breakfasts cooked by my sweet husband.
|With a breakfast this great, there's no need for lunch.|
A summer of watching baseball . . . (We're mighty proud of those Gamecocks!)
and flying kites.
A summer of walking dogs . . .
and enjoying sunsets.
A summer of pink things . . .
like crepe myrtle blossoms . . .
and green things . . .
like salads . . .
and big bottles of Perrier . . .
enjoyed with a twist of lemon.
A summer of potted plants . . .
|My mom and I potted this guy (and 13 others) for the wedding. More on that later.|
|He seems to be enjoying life in Charleston.|
and of repotting plants (that have grown too big for their britches).
|Two new pots from Tuesday morning (on sale!) . . .|
|and this guy (our money tree) went from this . . .|
|And this guy (my Florida orange) went from this . . .|
|to this. Because everything needs room to grow.|
In all, we're having a simple summer. A sweet summer. A newlywed summer. And we're trying to enjoy every minute of it.
How about y'all? What does summer mean to you?