I have recently been on a de-cluttering binge and have donated several bags of too large and baggy clothes to the Hospice Thrift Shop.
My loss is someone else's gain...
please pardon the pun!
grey Cool Max capri's
(H and M)
Mondetta light weight jacket
sunscreen ~ Alba 45 SPF
Roots leather cross body bag for walking
I am amazed what I can fit into this wee bag
debit and credit cards
cash and coin
prepared for a garage sale or a stop at the shops
I walk past this stone garage regularly
this must have taken someone hours of meticulous work ~ just imagine the dedication to this vision
the street numbers are visible just under the peak of the roof
I love the red door and the geraniums spilling forth from the planter
not to forget the grassy rooftop
the fence is built out of the same rock
the vegetable patch is large and impressive
there is even a lighthouse!
the "green roof" looks a wee bit dry
I suppose our watering restrictions prohibit roof top watering...
many people let their lawns go brown
our back lawn is dry in patches
but our wee tuft of grass out front of The Humble Bungalow is healthy and lush
Regular sprinklering helps keep this grass green.
Many homeowners opt for xeriscaped gardens
lawns are a thing of the past and they are replaced by rocks or gravel with drought tolerant plants.
This home has always captured my fancy
it feels a little out of place in our neighbourhood
and it might be more "at home" in the southern states.
This arts and crafts bungalow has just had a makeover...
new paint in a flattering shade of taupe.
It was dark brown and rather dull until the past few weeks when it has been reborn anew
like a butterfly emerging from it's chrysalis.
Daisies are so cheerful.
This home has great bones...and a beautiful garden.
Speaking of beautiful...
I ate every tasty morsel of this WW Points friendly dinner.
We shared a lovely evening with our besties as we sat on the deck at the marina in Sidney.
We were celebrating their recent purchase of a new boat...
which has us thinking that our boating days may not be over.
he's 5 years old and rather handsome,
my sister will be training and riding him in the local equestrian events.
Mother and I went out to feed him some fresh carrots and apples
before taking tea on the deck in the Highlands this week.
The wind is brisk this evening and the wind chimes sound like a riotous drumming band.
I'm sipping a glass of chardonnay after clearing up the dishes
after a walk with Mr. HB to drop off a Santa Montefiore book to Mother.
I am looking forward to spending a quiet day in the garden tomorrow...
I bought some late summer veggie starter packs and will be getting dirty in my garden.
Hope that your week is chock full of good things.