Something strange happened last night.
It was cool, open window cool.
Cool air, with a sky full of crazy unreal stars.
This cool night thing in August is bizarre for such hot days.
It made me feel needy for summer.
Like summer was slipping through my fingers.
So, I vowed to plunge and enjoy every single moment of it.
Even if it's oven hot during the day.
The heat can feel so healing and wonderful, note to self, more garden baths!
There are roses blooming here and there, so I steal some from the garden...
Bundling some up, others gifted to nooks and crannies.
I woke up the other day at 4:30 a.m.
At 5 a.m. it was still dark.
Strange, then I realized, it is August.
August, September, October - what???
I went outside.
It was not raining, and the sun was rising to the east, filtered golden rays, through fluffy clouds.
Then I looked to the west and gasped.
But there it was, sure as my camera can share.
A sunrise rainbow on a day with no rain.
I snoop around, sniffing flowers.
Wisteria blooms giving off the scent of an entire flower shop.
A complex scent of mixed flowers.
I wash my shells.
I dream of the ocean.
In my little family of one girl, one man, and two fur boys - there is much much cuddling.
We are hopeless huggers and cuddlers.
Disheveled hair for 3 of us, straight and tidy for Matty.
Who was cuddling with us, until the camera came out.
Then he was gone.
But Miley always stays.
I am reading Garden Spells.
I am into it.
My dear friend Miss D gave me this book years ago.
Finally, with all your positive suggestions, I plunged.
I will read the rest of today.
I will take a summer vacation day.
I am loving the words on the pages.
We are sleepy.
The rain is gone maybe until next week, and it is scorching hot again and dry.
But we are sleepy in this heat.
Miles is doing great.
Like nothing ever happened to him.
All his tests and bloodwork came back perfect, no signs of anything.
We have come to a conclusion that a scorpion very well could have been the culprit.
Especially based on his initial reaction of fear and pawing at his face violently.
They are not uncommon where he was sleeping.
But I am still watching my puppybrother, making sure he is a-okay.
Matty and Miles follow me all around, like baby chicks.
Every single step, there they are.
We pick ever so many flowers, and hide them in our curtained porch.
Where new age music plays, with flutes and birds, yep you got it ;)
And the fountain trickles loudly.
(Mister Lovee comes over and makes "making fun of music" dance moves and facial expression of fake bliss, that rascal)
That is our motto of the day.
Time, why do you have to fly past so quickly?
It's Jon Secada Friday, so I best be on my way.
I realize, you have no clue what that means, and I promise to bring some Jon Secada Friday here soon. (I did a post about it years ago and never shared it, must find it)
I invented this Jon Secada Friday thing years ago - my sis is usually my party of 2 for the Friday event.
But normally, it's a party of 1.
As I am usually on my own Friday nights, with Mister out playing instruments down the road.
Maybe we'll share it next Friday, and make a thing of it?