Tuesday, August 19, 2014

An August Garden

For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd . . .

 . . . feel the sun and go in royal array . . .

 Be warm, enjoy the season, lift your head . . .
Take your delight in momentariness . . .

Keats and Graves bits

Friday, August 8, 2014

Ya Never Know

When we arrived home from our Main Street dog walk
 D decided to bake (!?)
Before I knew it the dough was made.

Great opportunity to try this.

Boom! Scones are cut and stamped!
D is a man of action.

 Such a cute touch.

 So, three for me . . .

 Is that the smoke alarm I hear?

 Ready . . .

 set . . .


These were D's words.

 Bun doesn't care if the scones are a bit solid.

Apparently, I didn't either.
Thanks, honey. A nice treat . . .
and isn't my new Skitch app neat?

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

If . . .

 If you can dream - 

 and not make dreams your master;

 If you can think - 

and not make thoughts your aim:

 If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

and treat those two impostors just the same;

 This gym's for you.

 If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

 To serve your turn long after they are gone,

 And so hold on when there is nothing in you

 Except the Will which says to them;

 "Hold on!"

 This gym's for you.

The Glen Fitness Studio
Georgetown, Ontario

with Rudyard Kipling's help once again.

Monday, August 4, 2014

For Shevaun @ Botanical Sketches and Other Stories

Why is it always the favourite . . . 

 that suffers the most?

 However, never let it be said

 that the Japanese beetle plays favourites!

Oh, no. He likes almost anything.

Thank goodness for the honey bees

and the bumble bees because

killing insects is not what a garden is about.
(this is a morning's haul)