After hiding out at my parents' place during the G20 summit, I've been dreading coming back into the office this morning. I've been enjoying the break up in country, hanging out with friends and family, driving through town on the old backroads. The idea of going back to public transportation, busy streets and loud neighbours (hello, world cup!) just isn't very alluring right now. Trading my office work for digging around in the garden has been a pretty sweet life.
Who wants to worry about the fax machine, when they are looking at a patch of beautiful daisies?
Or worry about checking their email when they are admiring a cherry tree just starting to show fruit. It won't be long before we're making fresh sour cherry tarts. Yum yum yum!
Being back in the country for a week surrounded by beautfiul flowers and lush green trees has gone to my head. (Speaking of heads, I cannot tell you how many times I have bumped my head on this hanging basket this week. The curse of being taller than your mother who hung it.)
Whiskey is happy to be in the country as well. Who am I kidding, he loves the city too. Anything that is an adventure. I guess thats a good thing that I like that too. We're a nice match, me and my little buddy.
He's been happy to be by my side while I've been digging up the garden, but his obsession with sniffing flowers can get in the way sometimes. He was all over these Tiger Lilies.
Tiger Lilies are one of my favorites. My Great Aunt Marian used to have a farmhouse that had them in the backyard. Seeing them makes me think of being in her backyard, laying in the grass with a good book. Isn't it funny how somethings can bring back memories like that?
Shadow was happy to have everyone out working the gardens too. (See that bench? My dad made those to go around our fire pit, but every time I see them I think of The Flintstones. Doesn't it just look like something they'd have?)










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