this morning the fog & chill called my name..
let me rephrase that.
this morning the precious pooch requested the pleasure of my company out of doors. once i realized the fog & chill would also keep us company, i readily accepted.
yes. that's better.
with camera in hand, for it's been a while since i've snapped shots, i followed evelyn to the place where she conducts business.
and on the way i took some pics.
but not of her business...
our little backyard cottage..
cozy and inviting in any season.
i kept the boxwood wreath up..
it's dying. and it's only natural that i'm
holding on to it for i am a self-described
plant hospice facilitator.
kindling in the fire pit.
tonight would be a good night . .
to the tip-top.
one side of the house, leading to the front.
i call this my contemplative garden
but i don't sit on that bench
for spiders have claimed it.
need to talk to the hubs
about him tending
because i'd faint.
our metal table that sits between
vintage metal garden chairs.
i love rust and peeling paint.
there's particular beauty
in the imperfect intricacies of life.
our geranium is beginning to bloom..
sweet little vintage trailer bird house
gifted to us by the hub's brother & wife.
my favorite ..
a troop of mushrooms!
yes, a troop.
. . . . .
for some reason,
this time of year i always reminisce
my chamber choir days of long ago.
one piece performed was
'Blow Blow Thou Winter Wind' ..
the conductor is John Rutter.
'As You Like It'
Act 2, Scene 7.
i hope you enjoy it..