A black cat among roses,
phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,
phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,
the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock.
The garden is very still.
It is dazed with moonlight,
contented with perfume...”
― Amy Lowell
I have wilted in the heat, but the garden hasn't. Early this morning I pulled weeds and watered, then retreated to the house. After spending the afternoon in front of the fan, working on a quilt and writing, we headed out to find a few geocaches. We struck out on three level 5 caches (the most difficult), then hoped for dinner and a beer at the Milton. But after a very slow day, they closed early. So we went to another favorite spot, The Chalet in Puyallup. An Irish Death took care of the heat, and we had a late supper watching the colors of the sunset shining on Mount Rainier.
I have wilted in the heat, but the garden hasn't. Early this morning I pulled weeds and watered, then retreated to the house. After spending the afternoon in front of the fan, working on a quilt and writing, we headed out to find a few geocaches. We struck out on three level 5 caches (the most difficult), then hoped for dinner and a beer at the Milton. But after a very slow day, they closed early. So we went to another favorite spot, The Chalet in Puyallup. An Irish Death took care of the heat, and we had a late supper watching the colors of the sunset shining on Mount Rainier.
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