August always reminds that summer is quickly passing by.
With plump leaves and madly rambling vines.
Wisteria vines grow so fast they lock little side gardens shut with green.
It seems it happened overnight.
Sealed by vines.
Reminding of Miss Havisham and Paradiso Perduto.
New wisteria blossoms turning up every day this summer.
Tiers of purple petals.
That scent, quite like that of a flower shop.
Like a bouquet mixture of all sorts of flowers, all packed into one.
Ivy crawls around the gypsy wagon.
As peach season comes to a close.
I have eaten ever so many hot, ripe, juice running down wrist peaches.
Baking, jam making, peachy peach times!
Even grilling them.
Drizzled in butter and brown sugar and mint.
How can you go wrong?
Peach empanadas a plenty.
Boxing up and sharing galore.
Always on a garden stroll, you will be greeted by a zinnia.
Preferably nibbling an empanada on said stroll, just peeking around here and there.
It doesn't feel like summer to me without zinnias and cosmos and giant dahlias.
Purplest cosmos turned up on their own, thank goodness.
The mid day scorching sun on summer flowers in the front garden.
Fall in our neck of the woods brings a spring to the garden.
So hopefully, there will be some rest for these leaves and petals, that so courageously hang on, on these hottest days.
The veggie garden (below) turned itself into a flower garden this year, as I have shared.
Literally bursting out the sides of the enclosed veg garden this week.
Graced by gobs of spreading white sage.
One of my most favorite scents on the planet.
Huge zinnias somehow withstand the massive heat out back in the veggie area.
Coral with pink and yellow, oh my!
Roses ramble around, shading lil' windows.
Paper like hollyhocks always make me happy, you?
And there go the self seeding good guys of late summer.
Heart shaped morning glory vines crawling up the big tree by the gypsy wagon.
The pumpkin vines.
With bees working away.
As we eat hot, sweet grilled peaches, with that golden dappled late afternoon sun dancing through the trees.
This is summer.
I am in the frantic holding on mode of summer.
Even though I have so many autumnal projects going on.
I am being pulled in either direction.
But still desperately in love with summer.
No matter the heat.
Dreaming of another monsoon storm, and the smell of raindrops on dusty desert floor.
What are your loves of summer?