follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with
blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it
quivers all alone. There is no thunder, no relieving rain. These are strange and breathless days, the dog days, when people
are led to do things they are sure to be sorry for after.”
Natalie Babbitt // Tuck Everlasting
yes, they are.
gallons of blueberries //
and then some...
hot hot hot //
looking at old books and remembering //
sun tea //
backlit hollyhocks... the best kind of hollyhocks ever. //
my adorable creature //
good morning, good advice //
one last lavender picture. promise //
what's been up in your summer this week?