Dreaming of the Cowgirl Cottage Garden

It's   r.a.i.n.i.n.g!!!

Weather rock:  when it's wet, it's raining.  Scientific!

Someone left the chairs out (uhh, that would be me)

 You might think it strange, but I love gray and rainy weather.  It's a good time to catch up on indoor chores (like I'm NOT doing right now--don't judge).

Here's what I am doing ... even while I'm writing to you....I'm dreaming about and planning the cottage garden for the bunkhouse.   My idea of the perfect flower garden is a combination of flowers and herbs arranged in a casual way...as if the garden at one time had been a formal manor house garden, but the passing seasons have blurred the lines to transform it into a watercolor painting.



Dreamy, right?  Well, here's the problem with that:  Cowboy likes neat and orderly, straight and defined.  I am his worst nightmare.  Hostas and clematis that droop over the sidewalk?...taboo but so romantic. So I have to reign in my designs to add a little formality.  I'll say a begrudging "ok"  as long as I can have more whimsy than formal.  I'll show you as my plans come to fruition...stay tuned.

Mid-August looks like late September...
but the hayfields are greening !

We got the yard cut before the rain hit.  As the winds were beginning to pick up, Cowboy said, "You know this is the beginning of fall weather, right?"

By this time of year, I'm ready for mums and pumpkins and crisp evenings.  The apple trees at Patch of Paradise are straining under the weight of their yield.  Last year, ~none~  ~no apples~  ~frown~ ~frost got 'em~  So I'm all the more eager for apple butter and apple pies and apple donuts and apple everything this year.

Pale pink Rose of Sharon.  She finally bloomed.

Oh...Ps.  last night we drove an hour to go to Boot Utopia in Big Town on the River.  I got a new cowgirl hat...love!