I'm even dreaming of wax now; closing in on the last of the videos.
The gardenia has given me three glorious blooms at once.
It's almost too much beauty to bear. And the scent. Takes me back to the prom in my 16th year when I saw and smelled my first gardenia. I have loved them ever since.
Oregon is lavish in her gifts this time of year.
All the good things we love to eat.
Colors to bring us cheer.
Divine scents, loamy earth, tomato vines, buzzing bees.
The garage smells like ...
garlic! Drying in the racks John brings out once a year.
Lots of tomato, cucumber and onion salads with rice vinegar.
Sunflowers for the birds and because they are so beautiful.
Blue salvia to attract hummingbirds.
Someone asked about the corn. It is up and away.
Fairy roses. These grow under a blue spruce.
And those beans have grown all the way up since you saw them last.
The days are long, filled with sunshine and work.
John spends his days on his knees tending and tilling and watering.
I hope you get to eat a fried zuchinni flower in your lifetime. It's decadent.
And until we planted a persimmon tree I didn't know that they looked like this in the green stage. Aren't they flower like?
This is the big fried egg flower. Big as a dinner plate.
I just heard John pull into the garage with the groceries so I'm going to go now and see what treats he brought home. Thank you for the visit. It's very good to have a friend stop by. xo