Midsummer week

Midsummer week was cold. Windy. Rainy.

There was short, shiny moments,

but it felt that wind won't never stop blowing.

I haven't been so happy,

when I come home from work and see first this:

We do have key hanger

and a box that tells "LITTLE THINGS"

and we do have a stand for coats.

Of course it can be hard to figure,

where to put carpet knife...

I need anger management therapy.

I managed to plant few of petunias,

before my fingers freezed.

The owl is still ashamed.

Maybe because the box is so dirty,

but in these freezing temperatures I just am not able to play with water outside.

Less than a week ago I carved out front yard,

and this was what I found now from the table corner:

I covered it.

With this.

My self-portrait?

When I look at this photo

- taken through back door window -

it is hard to believe,

that weather has been as it has been.

Mountain cornflowers have spread all over and are blooming.

They might enjoy these chilly days.

I love the smell of them.

And even these windy days and evenings their candy smell is all over,

when most smells are blown away by the wind.

Last year I tried to grow parsnips.

I got three.

Now I can find them from front yard the most weird places.

Like in gap of wooden tile. 

Or next to wall.

In a place where is practically no soil.

I couldn't be more happy about this three days weekend.

Hope this ball called Earth will be back on track again after it.

I might try few spells on Sunday.

And maybe I will be able to put quilted jacket away.