It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
Road trip time.
Aka, roadmance time.
Things are beginning to pop here. It’s amazing what fifty bazillion gallons of water can do.
Plants look four inches taller in the evening than they did in the morning. I swears!
A little peek at what’s going on.
The campanula are blooming. One day there are three blossoms, the next there are three hundred.
They’re good that way.
Latin for ‘little bell’. Aka, bellflower.
I planted these seeds in May.
This is a container plant. The zucchini grow about 5 inches in length. Perfect. They made me think of the baby cukes that have taken over the cukedom. I call them nickel cucumbers.
Here’s the first blossom.
Be still my little zucchini-lovin’ heart.
I’m hoping they’re not containering all over the back garden before I get back.
I finally get to use this:
A little travel journal from Print Stitch & Paste. Perfect for a little road trip.
I can’t even.
And then just lovely little white lined pages of Day/Place to scribble in the good times.
I saved the last pear for you.
I won’t be in the house next week.
I thought about scheduling posts in advance.
Then I thought about getting the housesitter/dogsitter to write my posts. He’s very talented. But he’s already mowing the lawn, too.
And chasing after the pigmunk.
And he’s doing that for liquor and the remote.
Then I just thought…
You know what?
Make that fishing.
Wait! Make that
road tripping roadmancing.
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You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…