Oh, we are prone to indulge excessively, aren't we... No small scoop of ice cream! We want a double on a waffle cone, or better yet, a triple, with sprinkles and chocolate sauce and a cherry on top. No one lily for me -- I'll plant dozens, wherever there is room and come July, I'll take one photo after another, even though there is such a thing as "too many lilies!"
Well, my patient souls, this is July for you. Ocean is going to be full of lilies. My life is full of lilies!
All around me I see their gentle blush and I think -- that fading rose tone, blending into a tangerine orange and a lemon yellow -- that's just exquisite!
Or, how about orange marmalade spilling into scrambled eggs?
With the lilies come the tree frogs.
Of course, my life is not just stuck in a pool of lilies (though how good does that sound!). First of all, July gives us other splendid blooms.
(I never thought of sweet peas as perennials, until mine showed up again and again and ... yet again.)
And I do have other thoughts running through my head and we eat summer meals and have summer moments on the porch...
And there was the inspection of the tomato field -- the tomatoes are splendid this year!
But there is no question about it: lilies are in almost all my July days and so, too, they will be in almost all your July days, Ocean readers! (I say "almost" because I will be away for a handful of them.) And that's not a bad thing. Remember, by February, we will all be starved for the beauty of a lily. Even just one lily. Perhaps this lily:
[I should say that I actually had a fuller day than it may appear here. For example, I picked up Snowdrop at Aldo Leopold Nature Center where she had the next in a series of summer day camps. This one focused on nature and art -- how fantastic is that!
(pausing by the prairie flowers...)
Afterwards, she came to the farmette with me for her usuals. And then I drove her to her next activity: softball, on the Blue Jays team.
Her brothers are there to watch. And to get in their own practice runs.
I leave them all playing or watching or practicing softball. I head back to the farmette, and this time I do not speed home like crazy to avoid horrible storms. That was yesterday's adventure!]
In the evening, Ed bikes, I hum to myself -- luli luli lily! (That would be a goodnight lullaby in the Ukraine, with a lily twist.)
With love...
