Morning Walks

Sometime during this past winter, which was particularly long and bitter cold, (by western North Carolina standards anyway), I vaguely recall vowing to never again complain about the heat. What's that my mother always says about never saying never? Well, I'm not exactly complaining yet (that will probably come in August), but my, it sure has been hot lately! But, generally speaking, the muggy humidity is nicely counterbalanced by an abundance of garden fresh food, sundresses, straw hats, flip flops, berries, and banana splits. Besides, when you can greet the day with a jaunt down the driveway, surrounded by wildflowers and the boundless enthusiasm of a toddler, a little heat is nothing to fuss about.

The sweet little daisies have been replaced by the more sophisticated, mature Queen Anne's Lace, which I think may be my favorite of the seasonal wildflowers that spring up around here. So simple, in their subtle mix of strength and delicacy. Perfect in a Mason jar, set in the middle of the table. Or anywhere for that matter.

Kate adores them too. The stems are a bit tough, not something she can easily pluck like a daisy, so our morning walks are punctuated by commands to "get the white flower Mama!"

I'm not sure what these little blue flowers are, but they just appeared this week, and are lovely as well.

I suppose I won't mind terribly if summer sticks around for awhile.