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.
Have you encountered Phoenix Jones yet? Seattle's very own superhero could surely fix your weeds!
ReplyDeleteI love getting up in the morning and opening both doors before even making coffee. To me, that's summer!
ReplyDeleteCro, I have not yet encountered Phoenix Jones, but I bet he wields a wicked weed whacker.
ReplyDeleteAnd Melinda, some mornings someone opens both your doors before you've even woken up ;)
ReplyDeleteI loved Tree of Life -- it's slooooooow but incredibly beautiful, a lyrical visual poem -
ReplyDeleteHa! Yep, I'd have to say many, many mornings it's like that, T. Maybe less frequently in the summer. We'll see!
ReplyDeleteMowing 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.
ReplyDeleteOh, 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.