Hello

 

Here's a shot of my late summer garden, yes only one photo..from my picture file

 

Blogger simply won't let me publish photos from Picasa

 

and what's a garden blog...or any blog without photos?

 

I am 62...oops...63 years old, and slowing down

 

so this year I let live

 

...even abandoned weeding because of a nasty case of poison ivy

 

...even my landscaper got it....now how did that stuff get into my garden

 

horrors

 

The red twig dogwoods are puckering out too

 

...they may go this fall

 

The lilies...what can I say...they are divine creations of the Great Gardener

 

 faithful to grow
 and astound me when morning, afternoon and evening light passes through their delicate petals

 

I could just stare at them forever

As I would stare at sunflowers

forever

 

stare may not be the right word.....sit in worship of them

 

worship with a small w

 

and of course the marigolds.....I hear they are making a comeback

 

yippee.....I have always loved these warriors of the garden

 

lovely in pots......blooming until they freeze to death......

 

Medals of honor should be bestowed on there lifeless bodies after the first frost

 

Maybe I will make up a ceremony...

 

It has been a cooler than usual summer and a wet one at times

 

..ha...I am never happy it seems...can fault that dang weather anytime

 

But today....shucks..it was beautiful

 

Did I tell you...oh of course not...I haven't been blogging....

but have I told you that I am graced again with kitties at my deck

 

two...one black and its mate or sibling is orange and black

 

oh dear......what am I going to do if they have kittens under my deck?

 

there is a no vacancy sign on my door

 

But my heart simply breaks when I think about Handsome...my dear, dear, feral  cat

 Who the last time I saw him....over a year ago I think

was so sick.....so very very sick

 

I recall that he ate his warmed up chicken and meowed his pitiful meow

then turned and walked into the garden bushes

and I never saw him again..oh how I miss that rascal

 

We will meet again I'm sure

 

A few times this summer I swear he rubbed up against me in the garden

something he would never do... because of his great fear

 

but where he is.... maybe he has no more fear

only love

 

joy

I see this is posted on my other blog...sorry
it has been so long that I have blogged I goofed up
I hope you excuse me.....now how do I post this on my garden blog?
sigh