So, this just happened.
Autumn.
Golden leaves, changing of seasons.
The tick tock of that infernal clock.
I was thinking about that as horse, Sable, and I were trotting along this very pretty path.
Read an article, written by some annoying scientist, who determined that time really does fly by quicker, as we grow older. And, that's because... we're old.
Can't fill you in on the details of that article. Or, why we oldies suffer with that my how time flies attitude. Best use for that magazine was kindling for the fireplace. [And, that's how I feel about that Mrs. Scientist.]
Hazel and Charlie Waffles goofing off at Antelope Island, in the middle of the Great Salt Lake.
Which is not so great any more.. most of the water has dried up.
Another sad aspect of this relentless drought.
My oldest and dearest friend came to visit! Feels like she left just yesterday, though ~ as I glance at the calendar ~ I realize another month has gone by.
She was very excited to inspect the gardens but I'm afraid she was sorely disappointed.
An avid gardener herself.. she keeps everything in tip top shape.. (She even restarts amaryllis bulbs!)
Tip: Photograph close-ups of your favorite flowers. This way, no one spots the weeds!
Meanwhile back in my reality..
I'm a-waitin' and a-wishin' for a brilliant magical cure to the Lazy Gardener Syndrome.
Seeing as how I haven't been out there, tugging at those relentless weeds, for the better part of the summer.
Tip: Some flowers thrive on abuse and neglect. (Plant LOTS of those...)
Been busy! Doing all kinds of important stuff!
Like swimming...
Charlie Waffles likes to take a dip on a hot afternoon. (Me, too!)
Busy riding my beloved horse.
Ms. Sable & I took a lotta road trips this summer.
Drooling over wildflowers..
Scheming and dreaming on a grand get away for this coming winter.
And, camping! Super duper civilized camping, in the Wee House.
AKA midlife crisis?
I dunno...
Check out those turquoise hubcaps!
Never again, shall I worry about setting up camp, in the pouring rain.
It happened innocently enough. Having saved my pennies for many a year, I drove up to Tremonton, Utah to purchase a horse trailer. They thought I was financing it so when I got there they had to re-do all of the paper work.
Killing time, I wandered around their RV lot. I like the 'idea' of an RV. But, they are all so boring. Big, beige boxes that cost an arm and a leg.
The dining room...
So, here I am wandering around and..
In the midst of that sea of beige boxes rests the
Wee House.
The totally tricked out brand new looks vintage turquoise hell on wheels extravaganza that fits me to a T.
My cutie pie couch.
Couldn't believe my eyes. Or, the low, low, low (I mean really low!) price tag.
I sat in the turquoise kitchen nook with the biggest, dumbest grin on my face.
Well. I do love blue.
An RV can't be that hard to figure out, can it?
Oh, I couldn't.
I couldn't possibly do that.
It's irresponsible!
It's absolutely crazy!
Some days, it's pretty pointless to try to talk myself out of an idea, once I fall in love with it.
So, yep! It is crazy. But, it's also mine, all mine.
Here's hoping y'all enjoyed a delightful summer filled with lots of lazy days and plentiful sunshine.
Thanks for stopping by,
- kate
"It's murder I tell you, murder most foul!"
Whodunnit?
In loving memory of all the little flowers who died waiting for Kate to turn on the sprinklers. I promise to do better next year.
