I wiped away the weeds & foam. / I fetched my sea-born treasures home... Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sunday, July 29, 2018

The Hydrangea Inspector.

Hello, everyone. A quiet Sunday afternoon, after the beach. Mo and I will head out for his hot day/ brief /dinner walk soon. Now at the height of summer I am doing most of Mo's three daily walks solo. The hot weather necessitates a daily pavement check--I run out at 10 AM and 5 PM and put my hand flat on the black asphalt pavement: is it too hot for me to touch? If I can't hold my hand there then Mo cannot walk on it. I carry him to a patch of cool grass for potty needs; postponing our longest walk til evening.
Other days though we meander far afield, enjoying the summer days. Mo likes to inspect each hydrangea, no doubt in search of hidden messages from fellow doggy friends.

It's a good year for hydrangeas, though a very PINK year, too bad.

Pink! Too pink.

These two are my favorites this year.

 A few other pretties to admire. Aren't the black eyed susans fabulous?

And this is Mo cooling off on our way home.  I shudder to think what he is rolling in. The sequence reminds me of a flip book.

Mo  says , Being the Inspector is so tiring. ZZzzzzz.

So far today I have made Garlic stuffed Roasted Pork Loin [on sale!]; a huge pot of marinara sauce for the freezer, and marinated soft goat cheese. The house smells really good,lol.
 Do you ever cook ahead on a Sunday?



gone to the beach....

below, my handblown rain catcher string. Target, last January. I love it, so delicate like blown bubbles.