In February, I’ll be filled with Nostalgia for a vine ripened summer tomato. You can taste the sun. A little salt and freshly ground pepper bring out the flavor.
My sister bought this one at the Union Square market today. Booths were filled with pumpkins, gourds and jugs of apple cider.
There’s no replacement for a summer tomato.
(baked by my SIL Carolee)
The Pennsylvania wildflowers were painted on her beehives -see the Wildflower paintings on Beehives by Joan
Here’s one jar of the thirty pounds of honey she harvested with the help of two fellow bee experts.
They brought their extractor with them to show and teach her how to harvest the honey.
She shared the honey with them and learned how to do it herself but was best with the team. (I’m sorry I don’t recall how long it took but a few hours.)
In case you want to learn how watch video
Strolling with Charles (1) around the neighborhood.
Hot summer sun. The colors so rich and alive.
I appreciate the gardeners’ efforts.
Back at the house on the front porch he said “bubble” and pointed to the chair.Underneath was a red plastic bear with bubble stuff. You had to squeeze the Bear’s stomach and it took awhile for me to get the hang of it.
And Laura took this last shot (below) on my phone as she was putting James’ lunch salad together.
Don’t think he was the leaf eater though.
Love to all, near and far.
After supper, Maura asked to go to the playground. Walking down my driveway, back from playing across the street -I saw the sinking sunlight through this weedy leaf.
Such bright green. The rays a bonus, shooting into sun.
The phone so readily available from my pocket. One quick shot. Just like that.
Waterworks on Freeport Road. After the rain.
Photographed June 23rd with iPhone. Not sure why the colors are so different.