The holiday, the long holiday weekend is nearly over. That’s such a shame.
It’s been a quiet spell at threadingwater. Time to garden, meet friends, attend an outdoor Paul Simon concert and, tonight, as the rockets red glare burst around us, we’ll be dining under the starry pergola with a friend we don’t get to see very often.
The menu will include some of these:
harvested the easy way – from a branch the wind blew down – served over homemade citrus sugar shortcakes.
There will also be barbequed chicken, a garden green salad, gazpacho and herbed pasta fresh from the kitchen herb garden.
I do love July.
And I love the way my hyacinth bean and cardinal climber flowers are creeping their way around the beads I laid in their path.
and I love the color of my new climbing roses
and I love the fact that my birthday is less than a week away and I’m going to be fifty-two and I’ve never been happier or healthier or more content – EVER.
So, as quaint as the gesture seems, I wish all of you at least a few rare moments of peace on this Independence Day.