6/28/12

0 Summer

Words are failing me right now, and the title of this post is "summer" because--in all honesty--I can think of nothing else. But that's just like summer, isn't it? It shows up right when you need it most, and it settles comfortably into your bones--into your soul perhaps--and you can think of nothing else. Just summer. But I'm pretty sure that's the way it's supposed to be. 


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 . . . 


 to 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?

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