Tag Archives: summer
Woodpecker ‘Pileated’ dryocopus pileatus An uncommon year-round resident, requires large breeding territory. One of the biggest, most striking forest birds on the continent. It’s nearly the size of a crow. A pair stays together on its territory all year round. … Continue reading
Yes, Lizanne, there are blue flowers! Lots of them.
It is finally feeling like summer days, sun, heat, lazy haze in hammocks reading books, canning food, cutting roses, drying herbs for gourmet cooks. It is finally feeling like summer. ©2020 Sharron R. McMillan
A friend of a friend wanted someone to come and pick their cherries before the bear got to them. So we did. Ate our fill and canned the rest. They will sure taste good on a cold winter night.
Creeping Jenny (Moneywort) Lysimachia nummularia. Heritage creeping perennial. Hardy ground cover. Nearly evergreen. Easily divided. 6-12” high. Spreads rapidly by runners, forming a ruffled mat 1” deep. Found it growing in the ditch along our road. Someone must have dumped … Continue reading
All the leaves and all the dreams of summer fallen to the ground, unfinished plans like warm duvets of colour in a mound left out in the cold until spring comes back around. ©2018 Sharron R. McMillan
Cool June morning morphs into hot dry afternoon, energy wilts like marguerites in window boxes. Work slows to full stop, hammocks fill, popsicles melt – it’s siesta time. ©2019 Sharron R. McMillan
Blooms in the sun but curls up and sleeps in the shade. Sort of like me.
We didn’t remember planting poppy seeds but apparently we did. They are filling in the spaces between the rose bushes. This is the first one to bloom and we were surprised with the amazing colour of it. I wonder what … Continue reading
Flying off like a bird heading south. Not to be seen again until a new year emerges. Goodbye August, goodbye summer. See you next year.
You no sooner get your head above water than someone pulls your flippers off. ~Unknown
Purple and White Lilac scent the whole yard. Summer is here indeed.
Happiness is the art of making a bouquet of those flowers within reach. ~Unknown