well, not entirely. a eerie, foggy haze has enveloped the awakenin' of the sun. seems a mist in the far distance. a coolness (61 degrees F) touched with a soft breeze has encased my usual sunny morns into falsehood of bein' in the mountains. the soft hush of the waterfall, the mass of trees and vines comfortably surroundin' my lil "touch of home". the depths of greens, textures abound. soft whinnies comin' from my friends on the other side of the fence. a dove cooin' in the trees...
the distance trees of which have suffered immensely due to the drought. some have asked why not jest take down those dead elms? they are part of my childhood memories as well as a nestin' spot fer our hawks. jest couldn't do it to 'em as there's hours of entertainment watchin' 'em learn to fly.
the openin' of the back door to the soft pallet of the porch. a wonderous place to sit and soak it all in...
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| good mornin'! |
usually covered in masses of flowers, this ol' thing seems content this year to jest do it sporadically and let the others shine.
caught it! have been tryin' all summer to catch this lovely flora in it's awakenin' hour :)
with the absence of sunshine, it seems rather pale amongst the cloudy skies. the lacy peach delicateness of it astounds me still.
it's hard to grow a fern in this arid climate. this one's not farin' too bad & the creepin' fig that lives amongst it in the strawberry pot seems most content to take over it's corner of the porch ~ and i love it.
bright pops of color are smattered amongst. to give aid in dispersin' the eye to wander...
with the cool temps, the pansy are yet again puttin' on a show of wonders...
did i mention before that i love sage?
petunia...what else to be said?
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