Fail

We are a civilized peoples here in New London. Which is why on the occasional* weekend, after our marathon workouts* and saving of civilizations*, we do the right thing and pop a bottle of bubbly to celebrate our achievements and accompany our further chores.

*(all true)

Yesterday was no different.

(also true)

In the old days we would try to shoot the cork over the Bittersweet Fence at Champagne Park.

We are a much more refined people now. Now-a-days we try to shoot that cork right into the birdie bath.

That has been accomplished exactly once. By moi. But that is a story for a different day.

Yesterday was a day like almost every other day we try to nail it.

We get the bottle ready . . . 

. . . we get serious . . . 

. . . and please ignore the hose which looks like an espn diagram of the cork's trajectory . . . 

. . . because look at that airborne cork!

. . . can you see it?!

. . . And . . . can you see it land exactly nowhere?!

Yes, I was dejected, too. 

Fail.

But at least I got to do the Walk of Shame.

The Equinox

The arrival of the Autumnal Equinox at 9:30 tomorrow morning makes me think back on Spring's Vernal Equinox, and the glorious span of time between the two -- the warmth and long days and sunny sunshine and the Summer Solstice right smack in the middle. Which all sped by, as it always does, way too quickly, even during this cuckoo-brain year.

The imminent Equinox makes me want to do a Look Back on that selfsame Summer -- I know the Look Back is typically a January thing, but who are we to say the year can't start on the last day of Summer?

Because it can. And it does.

Today, the Last Day of Summer:

(Okay, actually, this was yesterday, the penultimate day of summer)

Happy mid-September! It's gorgeous around here, around now. If you like that perfect-weather* sort of thing.

*I prefer hot and humid.

But anyway. The Yellow Flowers! They are abloom and they are spectacular.

August. I love August. I miss August.

July. I love July. I miss July.

June. I love June. Yeah . . . you get the picture.

Holy Moses May seems like a long time ago, doesn't it? 

Well, we've gone this far. Let's keep at it, why don't we.

April. Wait. When was the Vernal Equinox?

I just looked it up. It was March 19. Oh those March dafs . . . 

In February I sought out tall, not-quite-fleurs on the western coast.

Because why wouldn't I ? 

And in January? Well, apparently, in January we do all we can to bring Light and Life into our Lives. And into our homes.

And that is beautiful but why am I now looking at photos of January??

Okay, I'm calling it. 

There you have it. Twenty-Twenty -- so far -- in photos. 

My work here is done.

You're welcome.

More Of The Same?

How about some More Of The Same?

Do you like More Of The Same? I like More Of The Same, which is a dang good thing, 'cause that's all we've got these days . . . 

More flowers . . . 

. . . more drinks . . .

. . . more flowers and drinks. (and photo by me, thankyouverymuch)

. . . more beach . . . 

. . .  more beach and drinks.

More Art . . . 

 . . . this time it's Art by the lovely and talented Chloe . . . 

. . . and also Found Art.

More biking . . . 

Why yes we did do a quick* 36.75 miles on Saturday . . . channeling our inner-Julie. 

(*it wasn't quick)

. . . and more being entirely pleased with ourselves afterwards . . . 

And oh, more glorious words. 

A new all-time favorite:

And a reminder of a forgotten favorite:

And more newly-blooming purple flowers . . . 

. . . it's that time of year.

Yep, More Of The Same around here . . .

. . . Just the way we like it.

Around Here . . .

 . . . we're celebrating.

Happy Labor Day everybody.

We're celebrating . . .

. . . Habañeros . . .

. . . oh, the habañeros . . .

. . . and Morning Glory . . .

. . . and never-ending roses . . .

. . . and now-sultry-dusty-hydrangea-colored hydrangea . . .

. . . and blooming canna . . .

. . . and sweet autumn clematis . . .

. . . and small children found in the garden . . .

. . . . and grapes! . . .

. . . and glorious roses of sharon . . .

. . . and poppers . . .

. . . and late summer . . . 

. . . and birthday girls . . .

. . . and oh, this summer we're having.

Happy Labor Day, friends. Hope you get to enjoy a laborious-free day.