The No Dog Days Of Summer

There's a big ole moon out there tonight and it's hot, but not too hot, no humidity.

It's the kind of night that makes you wish you had a dog so you could take a walk in the moonlight.

But I don't, so I won't.

 I've turned off the air in the living room and have the windows open and I can hear the cicadas and the traffic and hopefully I'll hear Gus soon because it's almost bedtime.

I spent an hour tonight weeding a little patch of earth that holds nothing more than 3 wooly thymes, one mystery portulaca, the mystery being will it bloom or won't it, a pot of purple Hyacinth beans, and three pieces of flagstone. It was the Lab's spot to greet Beau, the dog next door, at the fence. This is where they hung out and gossiped.

There were many weeds embedded in the thyme. I painstakingly pulled them out, gave it all a good drink of water and a coating of fresh mulch.

 I ignored the big bed with all the weeds hidden behind the black eyes susans and just focused on the spot in front of me.

It was a Zen as I get.

Tomorrow I"ll take a picture and post this. ( I just took this picture and I already see a few weeds, aaargh)

We'll all mark the date and then see how long it takes it to turn into tanglewood again.

I give it a week,

I loved all your flowers. I appreciate that it takes time and energy to link up but so many people come by to see our flowers, some leave comments, others just look, and then go to your house to look some more: the rewards seems far greater that the energy spent.

It's a lovely way to spread some goodness.

And who doesn't need a little goodness in their lives.

Love and thanks to all who participated and all who came to see.

xo Jane

(Next post, potting bench, promise.)