It’s been a hot, dry summer at the Doublewide Ranch, but, as always, there are delights aplenty to be found. The Queen Anne’s Lace has been abundant this year, and I’ve seen entire fields of it and chicory awash in a bright haze of blue and white.
When I’m feeling a bit low, it’s sights like this that are a sort of barometer of Beth. If I see one of these simple wonders and my heart doesn’t quicken with joy and pleasure, then it’s time to seek professional help.
My heart certainly quickened at the sight of this gladiolus. Made me glad for glads.
We’ve especially enjoyed the honeybees this year. Thankfully, there were lots of them. After we saw how much the bees loved oregano, we joked about what our beekeeper neighbor’s honey might taste like. Spicy and sweet might not be a bad combination. :-)
Not as many butterflies, but we’ve treasured the ones we’ve had. And we’ve treasured all those Crayola-colored zinnias that grew from fallen seeds. Not to mention the self-sowing cosmos, cleome, and petunias. As a slightly lazy gardener, I love flowers that self-sow.
You can have your fancy, lavish store-bought bouquets—–I’ll take the humble, homegrown ones. They utterly delight me.
And speaking of self-sowing flowers, I love my porch petunias. I planted them the first year we came, and I’ve never had to do a thing since but water and fertilize. Seems miraculous to me.
This is a morning glory, believe it or not. It split like this after a rain. I thought I’d discovered a new flower! And, by the way, morning glories self-sow, too. Endlessly. Over and over and over again.
We took a roadtrip for Blue Ridge Blue Collar Man’s birthday. This is Benjamin climbing The Lump, in Ashe County, NC. Definitely an ungainly name for such a lovely place.
A spider web illuminated by the glow of the morning sun. I’d never seen one shimmer like this—it looked like the work of fairies.
It’s hard to put into words just how much I am sustained by the natural world. When I am brought down by that other world—the world of the fake, false, and phony—-I cling to the riches that surround me here. They are real, they are true, and they bring me a sense of peace and contentment. Not the fleeting happiness of the false world, but a deep, abiding, and everlasting joy.
Indeed, I am rich beyond measure.