I’m a big believer in handwritten notes, especially thank-you notes. If someone takes the time and initiative to pick out a gift, the least you can do is hand write a note rather than shoot off an email.
I wear sunglasses all the time when I’m outside, even when it’s overcast…I have very sensitive eyes. If I don’t wear them, my eyes turn into a teary mess, and mascara runs down my face and all the way to the ground leaving an inky black trail behind me.
It is the weekend, and it is the middle of summer…so here’s a bit of “shade” inspiration.
These are Tiffany, and I love the little bow on the side.
“Elegance comes from a slow accumulation of things I love.” – Marston Luce
Veranda magazine showcases many lovely homes in each issue. But, I found this one particularly appealing and just had to share it.
I love the muted colors and , of course, the gardens. And, I learned a new word today – the round building in the first photo is a “pigeonnier”, an outbuilding containing nesting boxes in which pigeons could roust.
The southern garden is lush and verdant in June. It is also unbearably humid! I was able to bear the almost liquid air for a few moments of solitude and photography practice with my new camera this morning.
Then I started melting, making a huge mess, and decided to come back in the air conditioning before there was nothing left of me but a sweaty, molten puddle for my family to find in the back yard.
Oak leaf hydrangea through the garden gate, fading now from cream to a reddish mauve
Tomorrow is the first day of summer… which makes me think of being a kid: swimming in the pool all day, coming home and taking a bath, smelling of soap and comfy in summer pj’s, the Braves game on TV with Skip Carey or Ernie Johnson announcing – creating the soundtrack of my childhood summers, the screen door letting in the sound of the racket-y cicadas. I also think of the drive-in movie lying on blankets in the back of Daddy’s old pickup truck, fireworks and the laser show at Stone Mountain (a huge chunk of granite protruding from the red Georgia clay), riding my bike, running through the sprinkler…..the list could go on.