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

Monday, July 29, 2019

July. Sunday

July. Sunday.

It's a beautiful Sunday morning here at the beach---hot and sunny but with a brisk wind blowing from the west. It's the last Sunday in July, the month is almost over, it has passed too fast. Did I savor it properly, I wonder---swim enough, beachcomb enough, admire the moon and summer stars? Drink sufficient margaritas and lemonade?  This will never come again, this July, as the days of summer, of wine and roses, fade off to the dog days of August  and the heat and tedium of September/ October.


July is one of my favorite months. It begins, literally with a bang, with a holiday and fireworks and parties then proceeds through endless days of sun and sand. A month frilled with blue hydrangeas, with orange daylilies, white queen anne's lace, and pink roses.
Endless summer.

 Later I made my friend's recipe for quinoa. It is the basis for her Mediterranean diet, she has slimmed from a size 12 to an xxx small. [2?]. She eats the quinoa with a protein such as chicken or eggs, then has fruit. I have to ask if she eats any other veggies, seems not.

This was delicious for us with small steaks and beautiful asparagus.

Early evening walk with Mo. He is channeling his inner Doug the Pug, media star. Look at those Doug-like neck rolls! [yes, pugs are supposed to have rolls, especially the fawn males.]

Have a good week! Meteor shower tonight, go look!



gone to the beach...

PS If you thought my blue stars and planets for Cheddarback was demented, but were too polite to say so [and thanks Audrey for liking!], I also got this soft faded sprig print, a find by Nancy at Joy for Grace.