A week in time.
Lots of photos snapped, visits, baking, making, wrapping gifts, guests and more photos of this and that taken.
I chose some of my fave photos from this week to share.
Using just a few words per image, here's why I chose these...
The lemon raspberry birthday cake was quite liked.
Maybe even loved?
One can hope.
Wishes were made...
Dad and Lovee's b-days.
Family luncheon Saturday.
Shopping with sis, mom and dad.
Visits at my pad Sunday Morn.
Preparing for shish-kebab making this afternoon.
Crazy pumpkin patch madness out back.
A taste of monsoon rain visited yesterday afternoon.
First time in so many months, that I can't even remember the last time it rained.
Record heat set for this coming week.
It's already 105' F.
What is record heat I wonder?
Giant sunflowers grow grow grow, and then are born...
Then a volunteer sunflower gets extra major tall, and has tons of babies...
I become obsessed.
I stalk the sunflowers.
Morning, noon and night...
I annoy everyone who comes over.
I talk like this about the sunflower above...
Have you ever seen anything like it?
Are you sure?
It's amazing isn't it?
I can't get over it.
I just can't get over it.
Did you see the giant sunflower with lots of babies?
Oh, do you want to look at it one more time?
Then everyone leaves because I am annoying.
But they probably want to.
But really, a volunteer sunflower with all those babies?
I really can't get over it.
I must get out more?
The giant multi head sunflower shares a bed with the carrots and the red onions.
I am addicted to pulling carrots out of the ground.
I said that before, didn't I?
It fulfills me like picking at peeling paint does.
The sound of dirt as they pop out, oh so good.
You can't pull them when the ground is dry and hard.
It has to be soggy, at least here it does.
All of a sudden, pumpkin vines go even more Jurassic Park, as does the rest of the garden.
What's going on here?
Oh ya, it's hotter than an oven, that's what :)
The corn shoots up.
Then we eat.
Squash blossom love!
Lots of male squash blossoms show up.
This means, females soon.
That means pumpkin babies, possibly maybe.
I have been spoiled with pumpkins the last few years.
Even one will make me happy.
We moved the patch to the opposite side of the property, since the bugs had found us in the other spots.
You have to do this every so often.
Hide from the bugs.
Tricky garden shenanigans.
In the new patch, some zinnia seeds from last year somehow found their way in.
This is very unusual here.
Onion flowers rock.
They are so pretty.
Not all onions will flower.
If they do, you won't get a very big onion.
A handful will make me happy.
Collecting basil, lettuce, chives and dill ensues.
It's growing in mass abundance.
Of course, we are slaves to watering.
But, that's no matter.
(okay, sometimes it would be nice to actually sleep in in summer, alas, basil wins)
Mister says some people never have to water their gardens because of rain.
Rain is rare here.
That sounds like a dream.
A crazy major dream.
Is it you?
By the way.
I love shadows.
The corn shadows look like spider webs below.
I used to love spiders.
Now, they freak me out a little.
I see them now, seemingly everywhere I turn.
I used to say hello and good day to them.
Now I say, please leave.
I know. How rude.
But I still love spider web looking shadows.
(veg garden to the left, pumpkin patch to the right)
I adore this colorful little bunchcake below.
Delicious color scheme.
My zinnia seeds, new and collected from last year, are growing up.
I grow mostly everything in my garden from seed or bulb.
Or little dry roots, like the strawberries.
All the flowers and vegetable garden are from seed.
Amazing what seeds can do, isn't it?
Early morning deliveries...
And, the greatest gift.
Well, I must run and get my afternoon shindig in order.
Didn't want the sharing of the photos do go by the wayside.
You know what I mean?
In real life I say that a lot.
Or so says my sister sibling.
She called me the other day and said, I know exactly who you talk like!!!
(I talk with my hands too, btw)
I finally figured it out, she says.
Whooo could it be?
I think of a million people.
Then she says.
(Happiest of Father's Days!!!)
ps: I might get a complex.
Now, when I look at Isaac Mizrahi, I think he is me, or I am him, or some weird combination of the two.
Isn't that hilarious?
I am sure I do not talk like Isaac Mizrahi.
pss: My spell check in Typepad is not working. Forgive my typos, please!!