You know what they say....

"Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans." We're trying to make plans for the school year which is nearly upon us while life keeps happening. Theresa checked in on me (thanks, friend!), saying my blogs have been uncharacteristically quiet, which prompted me to finish a post on my horse blog (click to read it) I started Sunday night. Now I must get ready to report for jury duty this morning. More later!

Still alive and kicking at . . .

In my garden

In spite of our unusually hot, dry summer, some vegetation around Boulderneigh is doing well. The hostas in my island bed are getting a little bigger every year, happy in the shade of my biggest Japanese maple. They are just beginning to flower:

The dahlias growing along the sunny edge of the island bed are also happy. This photo shows all three of the varieties that have bloomed so far:

Our vegetable garden is doing well, too. Brian harvested a gallon of bush beans for me this afternoon, and there's probably double that in snow peas for him to pick tomorrow, while I pick tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, and sweet peppers. I'm going to try a couple jars of Susan's Half Sour Pickles; we are on our last jar of the dills I canned two years ago. I'm going to make this salad to take to a neighborhood picnic on Sunday, along with deviled eggs and this scrumptious-looking dessert (although I might have to add a few raspberries to make it pretty as my rhubarb is mostly green). And we will be eating a LOT of green beans and snow peas!

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Happy capture

I took a lot of pictures, but just one of them turned out. Sometimes one is enough. ;-)

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Riding the momentum

Hot on the heels of the Tour de Fleece, the Jenkins Woodworking group on Revelry started up a Fall Mini Spin-Along, or SAL, with alpaca/llama as the theme. As hot as our summer has been, spinning is a lot more appealing than knitting (I have to have SOMEthing to keep my fingers busy!), and just as portable with a Turkish spindle. So I dug around in my stash for some batts a blogpal sent to me years ago, six ounces of 70% black Shetland/25% grey llama/5% icicle top (the shiny stuff), and started spinning at the coast. It will keep me occupied this month as I cool my heels at the county courthouse; I report for jury duty bright and early tomorrow morning.

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