Memories are deep within, their surface but a screen — a cover.
Like Lake Michigan’s deep water, my memories are deep too.
Chicago is home. Home in a way that is pig tails and cotton candy 4-H fairs. Home in the arms of my fire engine red red-headed mother.
We went to many meals at Glen Oak– nestled deep in vinyl maroon booths. Nestled in the nest of childhood. I had breakfast here this morning– feeling memory sleeves coat my arms. Warmth and cover. I could smell my mother’s cigarettes in memory alcoves as we always sat in the smoking section anywhere we went.
Well got to run. The train is pulling into downtown. I am home.
I can still smell the egg fu young. Childhood memories…
I love my garden. I love how tiny seeds grow into spectacular shapes with splendid curves.
I eventually want to grow most of my family’s food.
Green beans perfect snack off the vine. Like healthy french fries. Ben loves them.
July is not pumpkin season but she is a beauty.
I can’t wait to see this beauty turn red. And I love that my veggies are organic and free!
The grace of nature
Bull’s eye beauty
Wild veggie garden
Flower garden wild and free
The wild vegetable garden
All photos are from garden and taken with cell phone. I have been lazy and have been blogging from my phone. But hot summer days induce laziness and lounging.
What are you growing in your garden? My corn totally bit the dust and it started so strong.
This is a photo when it looked healthy.
What is your favorite July flower or plant? Mine is the gardenia and Crepe Mrytal.
Crepe mrytal in front yard.
And I am happy to report my fernd are doing well. I have just been putting them on thr walkway during the afternoon rainstorms.
Hope you are staying cool in this heat.