I’m a year ’round lover of life, but the months from now through September tip the scale for me. The above photo (titled “Home of the Foxy Gentleman” after the guy seated amongst the foxgloves, who fooled that stupid Jemina Puddleduck into letting him supervise her nest) shows one of many reasons why I love the seasons at hand. Some other reasons are: a deep tan on my body, soft breezes soughing, long days, short nights, and ice cream. Of course ice cream can be had in all seasons, but it’s a lot more fun when it’s consumed outdoors! (My opinion.)
Another BIG REASON for the tipped scale from now through Autumn is that Joe and I are now (a bit tardily this year) entering the RUMMAGE SEASON. I think I hear clucking, snorting, and sneering from the crowd who believes that “downsizing” (HOW I DETEST THAT WORD!!!) is some kind of a spiritual exercise designated to win extra points. Some can “downsize” graciously, and for valid reasons—while others say the word while rolling their eyes and aiming sanctimonius glances at Yours Truly! Those “downsizers” are certain that I’m not in line for any points at all! And I’m certain these misguided folks are missing out on the fun!!! 🙂
Having recently moved from a house (actually 2 houses) up north to a four-room condo Down Under (under Highway 10, not the Equator) Joe and I have found even more incentive to go rummaging. We have MORE TIME without grass to mow, snow to blow, and garbage to escort to the town dump. Bring on the YARD SALE signs and we are off and running.
So at the expense of clucks, snorts, and sneers (which fortunately I can’t really hear because I’m blogging on a computer not a phone) here is a picture of today’s bounty culled from a nearby small city—namely Waukesha, Wisconsin:
Oh my! A clump of birch trees which we’ll never need to water; a charming, mint condition McCoy pottery planter (“the real McCoy”, not one of those knock-offs); 6 ruby red Depression Glass mugs and 7 matching lunch plates with a measuring cup like those my Mother had; 2 pairs of sweet, girly toddler boots which should fit our great-granddaughter Mia next winter; a (tipped on its side) pewter covered bowl and 2 more ruby red mugs in front of the boots; a copper plated teakettle; a gorgeous orchid plant which—like the birch clump—I will never need to water; all flanked by a humungous acrylic painting (very beautiful!) supporting a vintage necklace with fake diamonds and pearls. (At least I’m assuming the gems are fake. Wow, if they are not!)
Behind the Yard Sale bounty is always the best part of the season—our live garden. You are looking at creeping phlox, mertensia, and other treasures among the ubiquitous mint which will always assure me of having something green to look at. From now through Autumn, that is.
Remember, we can’t take any of this with us! That’s why we’re enjoying it now!!! 🙂