this thread has some of the same sentiment as the Respite Tavern.

I live where I have my own yard partly so I could rip out all the sneezy grass and plant flowers. (also sneezy, but who cares?)

My coziest corner is my own snug pink room with the garden windows, a suet birdfeeder hung where the birds wake me in the morning (if kitty doesn't wake me first, yowling at them).

Today was out first seasonably hot day and half my thriving potted    patio garden shrivelled like a timid soul under withering sarcasm.

Heaven Bless This Mess! I love it.

Like some ancient sun deity my powers seem to grow toward this day, and then wane toward October 31 when my dark side takes over.

Dundee's *Delicate Balance* comes to mind. or Claudia Schmidt's *I need my Rainy Days.*

(... so you can quit askin' what's wrong with me

Too damn much color and light that's all ...)

happy summer, y'all. A virtual armload of fragrant mauve roses, too.