Hot. I'm trying hard not to complain about the excessive heat we have experienced the last few weeks. It's not snow and ice and I'm not wearing three layers of socks and I'm not constantly tugging my coat out of the car door so I'm a happy girl. Hot but happy.
Summer means daylily blooms and I anticipate this time of year for such a long time, daydreaming in January of all of the beautiful blooms and lush greenery. I'm posting a stream of lusciousness and letting the photos speak for themselves.
Welcome to our home.
|The Hippie Entrance|
|Siloam David Kirchoff|
|Unnamed seedling from a dear old friend in Rye, Colorado|
I'm calling it Friends to the End
|Who are you again?|
|Fires of Fuji|
|Old Fashioned Orange|