Good evening friends! As another band of icky June showers rolls through our beach area, Baby Mo is sleeping happily on his big boy bed. [Usually he sleeps in the little donut bed and uses the larger bed as a pillow, sigh.]
What would I do without my little faithful companion? Life would be lonesome and dull; I am very grateful that this little being shares my life and world with me. And so each year on June 8 I make a little party for Mo, in recognition of the blessing who came to me seven long changing years ago. Sweet and curious, all big eyes and huge spaniel ears, he walked off his chartered pet flight and into my heart.
This year we had ice cream.
Twice!
And he wore his pretty blue bandana from the spa lady.
Then we had our quiet hours outside, one of Mo's favorite things to do. Mo had a jerky stick, another favorite.
His gift is a new special tag, for my magical sweet boy.
He snoozed under the zinnia pots
and just this once he was allowed to bark at some workmen in a big pickup truck.
I love you, Mo!
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June is a quiet time here at the beach. Despite record 90* heat in the city, it is cool here, almost chilly. The water is still very cold, I think. I'm wearing shorts but a cashmere winter turtleneck on top.
As mentioned before we often have afternoon rain, ugly dark and dreary,
Two days in a row....
The deck garden enjoys this weather. I found out what the bright blue flower is, Blue Globe Gilia, a western wildflower. It and the coreopsis are attracting wasps. I wonder if wasps pollinate like bees do.
The Blue Gilia was a seed in a packet I sowed two or three years ago, and must have laid dormant until its moment to shine this spring. seed packet
After my quilt gift fiasco last week I felt a bit uninterested in sewing, though Silent Night's central Snowman is now hand appliquéd. Lots of little fussy pieces, coal mouth, carrot nose. Next up is the House.
Instead I'm doing mingy little household chores. Too much joint pain these damp days for much needed jobs like curtain and slipcover washing, instead I removed and laundered the flannel sheets, put crisp white percale instead. And I repainted my ladybugs that are part of my garden art collection.
This sweetie has lived on my deck for about, oh 20 years? She had entirely faded to just grey wood and rusty legs. I replaced her marble eyes awhile ago, with found marbles and now did a paint touch up. Yes it ruined her original paint and patina but trust me, in a year or two she'll be all weathered and folky again.
This is something new! Wonderfully bright, very graphic and eye catching signs that mark the Oystercatchers' nests. Kudos to the wildlife people. I love the design, would like a poster or a beachcombed sign.
This is the usual kind of sign posted. Pretty sure the rowdy kids and scofflaw unleashed dog owners NEVER read these dull if informative signs.
More soon. Please forgive the photos, I am having majorly awful blog-killing photo issues. And the situation just gets worse and worse.
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love
lizzy
gone to the beach....
old pics, celebrating World Oceans Day
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