We had been having ourselves a late July weekend for the ages -- this has been one *hell* of a July, my peoples -- and we were back home on a Sunday afternoon after seeing so many friends and doing so many things, and eating and drinking and swimming in our clothes -- and all of a sudden I heard a sort of half-cackle, half-"Whoa!!", full-on-hilarious-belly-laugh . . .
. . . coming from somewhere in the Gahdens.
There is a reason the Gahdens are so lush and full and flowering and beautiful: We live in Camelot. It rains at night and is beautifully sunny in the day and everything is perfect . . .
. . . except the ground is soaked . . .
. . . and the decorative chairs from Mom? Well, their legs tend to sink down into the earth . . .
And Mistah? Well, the full-on-belly-laugh was coming from him, I was pretty sure . . . but I couldn't quite figure out from exactly where it was coming . . .
. . . and then I found him . . .
"Bring me the camera!" he bellowed . . .
. . . oh I brought him the camera all right . . .
. . . and I brought my own, too.
This is a man clearly dedicated to his craft . . .
. . . and he had quite a view from Down Undah . . .
. . . I lorded over the world from Up Ovah.
Having been in the field and in fact in that very section of the field only yesterday, I'd have to agree that there is simply NOT a more congenial spot for happily-ever-aftering! Now excuse me while I break out in song. Sorry about Billy's fall of course, but LOVE that he laughed at it all!
ReplyDeleteENJOY!! Summer is "only" 1/3 over!
xo
JNB
I love this!
ReplyDeleteAnd those floral photos are dreamy!!!!
xoxo,
b