...hummphf....

...no rent check yet from the new tenants...
...two previous tenants...are in jail...waiting trial.

...july brings harmony...

sultry, steaming, sweltering, july.

slow down.

or stop.

it's time to shed ambition and expectation,

along with commutes, clothing, cellular phones, calendars.

now our wants seem to diminish.

is it because our needs are met?

a shady nook, a cold drink, a cool breeze--

whether indoors or out.

a respite from the rigors of the day.

time off for good behavior.

summer is not so much a season as a melody,

that tune of contentment we hum as the days begin to beautifully blur.

the pursuit of happiness becomes our personal priority this month,

as the sweet strains of the fourth simple abundance principle-

harmony

-start to be heard in our hearts.

~borrowed from

simple abundance:a daybook of comfort and joy.

third day of

rain and 56 degrees.

yesterday felt like october...

humming with gritted teeth does

not seem like contentment...

we are waiting on summer here.

i was wrapped up in a blanket last night

while watching tv.

i could not keep my eyes open.

it dawned on me as to why.

with it being cold and dreary out...

it is like the start of hibernation season around here.

if it were sunny and warm...

i would be outside enjoying

the sun's last ray

turned into twilight.

i am not fond of hibernation, no i am not.

just BE.

robin.

...going, going, gone...

summer

lasted

a week.

59

and

rain

today.

more for the next

three days.

so

who

was it

out

there

who complained

it was too

hot.

just BE.

robin.

...6.28.09...

a year ago,

after first cutting,

i did a tribute to my

grandpa herm

on high button shoe.

i wrote of the memories

i have of doing hay with my grandpa.

i spoke of how he never called me to say

"are you ready"

i would just hear the tractor start, i would just know

and i would wait until the tractor, hay baler and wagon

pulled into the yard.

it was always the hottest day of the week

when the hay was ready.

i was pretty stubborn, at times,

if i was going to be out in the sun...i was going to get a tan...

i usually baled hay in a halter top, which left me with

lots of scraps and scratches... lots of chafe sticking

to my sweaty body...

but tan.

i love those memories that came back,

every year,

at this time.

we no longer do the hay.

there is no longer a baler

that shoots the bale to you.

this baler is round and it just leaves the bale in the field.

ah, progress...

but never the less...

the smell,

the sounds,

of the field being cut,

the windrows,

the baling process.

it's all right here...

in my mind.

in my heart.

forever.

welcome to coffee hour.

welcome to this Sunday morning.

just BE.

robin.

...rocking chair...

My Rocking-Chair

by Robert William Service
When I am old and worse for wear

I want to buy a rocking-chair,

And set it on a porch where shine

The stars of morning-glory vine;

With just beyond, a gleam of grass,

A shady street where people pass;

And some who come with time to spare,

To yarn beside my rocking-chair.

Then I will light my corn-cob pipe

And dose and dream and rarely gripe.

My morning paper on my knee

I won't allow to worry me.

For if I know the latest news

Is bad,--to read it I'll refuse,

Since I have always tried to see

The side of life that clicks with glee.

And looking back with days nigh done,

I feel I've had a heap of fun.

Of course I guess that more or less

It's you yourself make happiness

And if your needs are small and few,

Like me you may be happy too:

And end up with a hope, a prayer,

A chuckle in a rocking-chair.

i will not think back on my corn cob pipe...

but i will reflect

back

on how simple things made me

happy...

like sitting in my rocking chair.

just BE.

robin.

today is saturday...

today is SSS...

go to HEY HARRIET

please join in the fun...

...gratitude...

it is with

great

pleasure

that

i

tell you...

that it is much

too warm

to sit at the computer...

*********************

gratitude is the fairest blossom

which springs from the soul.

~henry ward beecher

here's to sight, smell, sound, touch, taste-

the sensational experiences of being alive.

~the awe-manac:

a daily dose of wonder

just BE.

robin.

...after the rain...

we had a wonderful little soaker rain when i got home from work tonite.

we sat on the porch and enjoyed the rain.

then we were greeted by sun again...and you guessed it...out come the camera

for

one

still

frame.

...reflection of the clouds, in a puddle, on the steps...

.reflection of the tree and clouds in the birdbath.

.i

love

one

still

frame.

i

love

rain showers.

i

love

the

after shower

sun.

i

love

family.

just BE.

robin.

...6.21.09...

God took the strength of a mountain,

The majesty of a tree,

The warmth of a summer sun,

The calm of a quiet sea,

The generous soul of nature,

The comforting arm of night,

The wisdom of ages,

The power of the eagles’ flight,

The joy of a spring morning,

The faith of a mustard seed,

And the depth of a family need.

Then God combined these qualities

And there was nothing more to add.

He knew his masterpiece was complete

And so he called it DAD. ~unknown

...to the two most favorite "dads" in my life...

and to all of the fathers...Happy Father's Day.

welcome to coffee hour.

welcome to this Sunday morning.

just BE.

robin.

...varied and enchanting...

beautiful

and

graceful,

varied

and

enchanting,

small

but

approachable,

butterflies lead you to the sunny side of life.

and

everyone

deserves

a

little

sunshine.

~jeffery glassberg

and with sunshine...

we have shadows.

head over to Hey Harriet

for more shadow shots!!

just BE.

robin.

...us...