August is a bit of a fickle month, isn't it? Some days are beastly hot, others windy and rainy and then the temperatures drop. At least that's how it rolls in northern Michigan. But even the chllly days can yield beautiful skies.
It's hard to believe we are in true mid-summer. Where has that time gone? I love the pace of our up-north summer life. Rick works and I paint or play but he gets his breaks too. The other day he took the kayak out.
And he came home with the prettiest water flower for me. (The next day he came home with several more!)
One of the good neighbors rarely takes his rowboat out. On this day, he did a short jaunt with his dog, Chip. Chip wasn't cooperating very well and it was a short trip!
Rick gets in plenty of bike rides, too. The other day while I was on my walk, I came home and there was a note on my chair saying "on my ride." The next day I saw it again and started to cry, not being able to ever imagine coming home to a world without Rick. Every now and then I do that. I guess we all have our clunky moments.
A week ago or so, while he was riding he saw a plein air painter and challenged me to get out, see some new territory and paint on location. The new territory was fun. But there was no place to really set up to paint -- I'm not equipped for that. The watercolor I did in my car was so bad I didn't even photograph it. A hot mess (Rick agreed.) But I fiddled with it, adding some ink details for definition and now I like it much more.
It was fun catching up with my cousin, David, who was north from Cleveland.
My cosmos and zinnias are finally kicking in, adding some color to the back yard.
But I also love the muted colors of the shadows.Sometimes things like this stop me in my tracks.
A lovely dinner, a glass of wine in the backyard. It all quiets things downs.
My beetle-infested hydrangea is now showing some pink tones along with the white. It's so pretty!
The days draw to a close and I love seeing the sky change.
I don't know if this fellow caught anything -- I don't think so. But he made a lovely picture. It reminded me of Dad.
I leave you with my sweet girl, checking out her kingdom.
And a bloom of love.
It's the simple things these days.
The more complicated thoughts can go on the shelf for awhile.