Hello there Cottage Fix friends from the Virginia coast with a tropical storm heading our way. Hermine is headed straight for the Florida pan handle, and then forecast to make its way up the east coast. Those 70s I was dreaming of are looking more and more like they’ll be accompanied by buckets and buckets of rain, rain, rain. I’m still holding out hope for the sunshine and cool air to blow in on Sunday, but it looks more like the warm summer air will be hanging around a tad longer. Can I just say, I just love when the weather starts to turn and my blue jeans make their grand appearance, but yet it’s still warm enough to wear my floppin’ hoppers too! My all time uniform of choice is jeans, with a T–shirt and flip flops—because I’m so fancy. Grin. When the sun’s shining bright and the air has cooled a bit, the garden is right where I want to be. Hearty outdoor suppers and ice cold Autumn ales are waiting.
Farmer Brown and I are looking at a full weekend ahead with yard work at the top of our list (depending on the weather), along with errands, and running the kiddos around all over town. Like I mentioned earlier this week, there’s not much color blooming out in the garden this time of year. But I did my best to put together this little late summer garden bouquet of white crepe myrtle, a single pink rose, purple blooms from our monkey grass, and a few of the bright pink beauties I don’t know the name of. Farmer Brown thinks maybe they’re asters, but I can’t say for sure.
This sort of bouquet is always one of my favorites, just a whimsical mix of whatever’s out there. It reminds me of my daughter when she was just a little garden fairy goober. Our yard would be nothing but green it would seem and then she’d show up to me with a sweet little bouquet mix wanting a vase and water. Usually her beautiful creations would boast pansies and buttercups, and sometimes a rose or two if she could find a couple of lonely stragglers.