



Will you catch me now? I'm falling.
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"Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world."











You know, today it dappled. I opened the shades – and the couch, the rug, even my napping dog – Dappled. A glance out the window and I was greeted by tender chartreuse leaves reflecting the early morning sunlight off their newborn foliage. A lullaby of a breeze softly tickled newly formed blossoms, scattering a fountain of white petals on to the carpet of green grass.
Makes one believe in magic.





You can have your cake and eat it too! First make sure to hand-paint your terra cotta planter and scoop your ice-cream into miniature flower pots...
Daisy (ies)! Always fresh (as a daisy). Did you know that the word daisy derives from "day"? The flower closes at night and opens to the new day - "day's-eye".All summer she scattered the daisy leaves;So, my dears, go forth under the spell of the "...daisy-stars , whose firmament is green" - Thomas Hood from Song.
They only mocked her as they fell.
She said: "The daisy but deceives;
'He loves me not,' 'he loves me will,'
One story no two daisies tell."
Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves
Under the daisy's mocking spell.


Uncle Frank was always a looker - or so said Betty and Ida. Easy breezy summer dresses often accompanied this threesome to the shores of Lake Ontario.


We recently discovered this beautiful portrait of Shirley wearing a gorgeous pink satin gown. If you look closely you'll see that the hips are encircled in a riot of feathers. According to local legend, she was the maid of honor at her Aunt Edna's nuptials.