T.G.I.F.
“I have done the work of TEN men!” says Bob.
It has been a tough week dodging pressure washers and paint sprayers.
T.G.I.F.!!!
Posts from the ‘Front Porch Musings’ category
The best thing about Summer
The best thing about Summer is that when it’s over, it is Fall! By the calendar, Summer is just a bit past half over. But here in Northwest Montana, it feels like we’ve turned the corner and are blasting towards Fall. Although the days have been getting shorter for almost 2 months, it seems suddenly noticeable. The angle of the sun is getting a bit lower and the “good” light for photography is coming back. The latest heat wave broke before the weekend. The forecast is for upper 70-low 80 temperatures and very cool nights. We will probably have some hot days in August and even September but it is different in August and September. The days are short enough that it takes all day to heat up and immediately starts cooling off.
I love this time! Fall and early Winter…my favorite time of year and we are getting close. Half the fun, as with so many things, is the anticipation. I can enjoy every day of Summer now as we’ve turned the corner to Fall.
Photo taken 8/9/2009, Somers, MT from the east. Somers from other directions in the links below:
Somers from a different direction
From my office window
I never tire of watching the sunlight through the trees. Today, it was the way it turned the mossy branches golden red.
An ordinary weekend
It was an ordinary weekend. Groceries were bought, Karl and I walked, the grass was cut…
A nap was taken, an art show visited…
Karl swam in Echo Lake.
I sat in the cool of my sunroom in the heat of a Sunday afternoon.
It was an ordinary weekend.
Piney morning
Yesterday’s overcast start cleared through the day and by evening the air was dry. Last evening was more than pleasant at 72F with a soft breeze in the trees. The night cooled into the upper 40’s – good sleeping! – and this morning is a perfect Montana summer morning. It is good that I went out yesterday as on a day like today my favorite thing is to linger over a cup of coffee on the front porch or my chair in the shade.
The smell of the clear, sweet air, the feel of the breeze as well as the sound of birds, squirrels and wind in the pines … Piney morning.
Conscious of our treasures
We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. –Thornton Wilder