My grandmother used to say a Swedish phrase that sounded like this: Borta brau, men hemma best. Which, we thought, meant that it was nice to travel but best to return home. I'm all over that! I love being home.
At home we still have lilacs, peonies, and iris, And our peas, beans, onions, beets, and cucumbers are fighting it out with the weeds.
Since we are still going to have a day of record heat, I got up early to weed and water. There is still much to be done, but I was fighting with the gnats earlier. I always have an excuse.
I'll try to give you a peek at the flowers though. The lilacs are fading, but all the borders were loaded with flowers this year. I have lots of iris, but my picture does NOT do them justice. And the big peony bush still has only buds. This bush is in the warmest spot in the flower bed between a sidewalk and the house. (Sort of a microclimate.)
When the laundry gets done, I'll sit out under the lilacs with a tall iced tea, and read a book. Maybe, until it gets too hot for me. We have already begun our perennial disagreement about air conditioning. How much, when, and where. I'd like a few days a year when I'm not freezing to death. In Florida it was easy----at home----not so much.
