My postage-stamp-sized front lawn is sprouting long strands of dandelion and crabgrass because I've cancelled my mowing service. All rather feral. I like it. Going jungle here on B-Street.
Tomorrow: Tree of Life, by Terrence Malick.
Monday: apple pie.
All windows flung wide open, in high summer.
7 comments:
Have you encountered Phoenix Jones yet? Seattle's very own superhero could surely fix your weeds!
I love getting up in the morning and opening both doors before even making coffee. To me, that's summer!
Cro, I have not yet encountered Phoenix Jones, but I bet he wields a wicked weed whacker.
And Melinda, some mornings someone opens both your doors before you've even woken up ;)
I loved Tree of Life -- it's slooooooow but incredibly beautiful, a lyrical visual poem -
Ha! Yep, I'd have to say many, many mornings it's like that, T. Maybe less frequently in the summer. We'll see!
Mowing the lawn is probably the only job I ever do int he garden. My wife takes care of the rest. Which is why we actually have a "wild garden". :-) Never mind, the other day, I razed it to the ground without noticing. So carried away I get by the power of my lawnmower.
Oh, summer, summer! I wish I loved you more but with autumn and spring as my favourite seasons - especially in GB - what hope is there for you and winter? :-(
Still, enjoy yours.
Greetings from London.
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