I haven’t gotten piddly done this weekend. It’s hot outside and my body seems to have geared into neutral. I feel like a slug on tranquilizers.
Many of you asked the name of the painter who did the painting just above my computer. The one below is not my painting, but one I found online, minus the frame. Mine is at the frame shop, as of yesterday. I’m having it properly dry mounted, matted and framed with a lovely distressed blue frame called indigo.
I couldn’t identify the painter for you, since the name was mostly covered up by the frame. I had a feeling it was a Monet copy. And I was right. So for those of you who would like to look for it online, it is actually The Beach At Adresse. Mine will be back on the wall in 3-4 weeks.
I am relieved to say that Clyde is getting back to his old self, somewhat. He misses Bonnie, as we all do. But now he has finally gone back into the guest room, which was their territory. Which he has refused to set foot in since Bonnie inexplicably went missing a couple of months ago. Poor baby. When I see him in there alone, I just want to cry for him.
I spent much of the weekend toying with my blog colors and banner. I was missing my signature reds. So I at least got that much accomplished.
I have to cut the various sweet potato vines back every few days, or I wouldn’t have room to walk through the yard.
The hyacinth bean vine has covered up most everything around it now, including the old vintage watering can underneath.
And the other day I found that it was growing up through one of my chairs on the pavilion.
Summer for us here in East Texas has pretty much come to the point where we go out when we have to, and stare at our gardens from the comfort of indoor air conditioning the rest of the time. Just a fact of life in this hot climate.
Our time to enjoy the outdoors commences again in what the rest of you probably consider the fall season. For us here it is merely less hot, and a very brief prelude to winter. Such that it is.