flowers in the house

My garden is good to me--

better than I deserve, since I give it so little care.

From Shelley and Jane I've learned to be loose and easy with my posies,

not afraid to make unexpected choices.

A bit of green hydrangea nestles with a peony,
a couple of small roses for company.
Spiky salvia  makes it lively.

Or, just add a cat.

Wildflowers have busted out in the country. 

I love the sweet simplicity of daisies.

Visit  Jane's Flowers in the House--it  will make you happy to see flowers in houses 'round the world.

summer evenings

I'm off for a computer-free weekend in the country,
but I'll see you Monday at Jane's Flowers in the House.

Enjoy the long evenings of early summer--you'll find me outside with a book.

Jen

charming houses, secret gardens

 Provincetown is filled with pretty gardens and houses.

See the bird at the birdhouse?

Houses on alleys and paths 

and behind other houses.

I'm sort of stunned at how much I loved Provincetown. 

peonies & rain

Around here, it's peonies and rain.

When I was in Provincetown I went on a whale watching boat--it was raining and windy, I was soaked and cold, but somehow that made the whole experience more fun, more real, and yes we saw whales which was awesome. Truly.

I love boats and spent a lot of time looking at the fishing boats. That's a hard life, and a dangerous one--commercial fishing is the deadliest job in the U.S. (more on that here) I am fascinated by it though. If you haven't read The Perfect Storm,  you should. It's a page-turner.

The kitties say this is the way to spend a rainy day.

Hope you are warm and dry.

Jen

in Provincetown

Snapshots from my trip to Provincetown. A magical place--I've fallen under the spell...

Will write more about it soon.

Thanks to Steve from An Urban Cottage for tips on the many art galleries.

I always need a leaf or a flower,

For the past few weeks I've spent much less time at the computer.

My attention span was shredded, and it scared me. 

But it's coming back. 

I'm reading the hard copy of the newspaper again instead of skimming online.

I feel like I can breathe again.

There is so much that I don't need to know.

Last weekend I didn't go on the computer at all, 

and the only thing I missed was reading your blogs. 

Tomorrow I am heading off for a long weekend, with no computer,
somewhere with an ocean.

This poem:

           Of What Surrounds Me

Whatever it is I am saying, I always
     need a leaf or a flower, if not an
entire field. As for sky, I am so wildly
     in love with each day's inventions, cool blue
or cat gray or full
     of the ship of clouds, I simply can't
say whatever it is I am saying without
     at least one skyful. That leaves water, a
creek or a well, river or ocean, it has to be
     there. For the heart to be there. For the pen
to be poised. For the idea to come.

                                  ---Mary Oliver

See you in a few days...

xo,  Jen

a tranquil country weekend

 Catnap in the hammock after the long drive Friday.

Staring contest with this woodchuck. (I blinked first.)

waterfall

wading (and slipping on mossy rocks)

wildflowers

Also, lots of friends,

work around the house,

good food 

and reading.