George's garden, East Bolton, Quebec.
My love of flowers and gardens is at its most passionate during these months when the pots on the terrace are overflowing, the community garden is a mixed-up riot of color, and we get to visit some friends and family in the countryside, where there are both gardens and roadsides full of wildflowers.
We're eating our fill of strawberries from Isle d'Orleans, the first blueberries are in season, and in another week or so there will be luscious Ontario peaches.
I hope you're enjoying summer where you are, if you're in the Northern Hemisphere, that is, and hello to my friends down under - today it's 87 degrees F here, and I'm almost (but not quite) feeling nostalgic for the opposite season! Yesterday I spent way too many hours working in my community garden plot, cleaning up the overgrown borders, digging out unwanted plants and weeds, moving things around. This morning I could barely get out of bed, but once I got moving and took a couple of Tylenol, I was functional and feeling glad I had done all that work.
And oh, the velvety tart local raspberries! I'll eat as many as I can get.
Posted by: Duchesse | July 21, 2016 at 04:32 PM
Your lovely garden watercolour feels cool and shady, Beth. It's too hot in London right now but can't complain as we've hardly had any summer so far.
Posted by: Natalie | July 21, 2016 at 09:27 PM