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So come on out, ya'll. You can stay with us for free.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Ya'll need to come on out
So come on out, ya'll. You can stay with us for free.
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So come on out, ya'll. You can stay with us for free.
15 comments:
I am sorely tempted to hook up the team and head west. It has been raining all morning but, instead of cooling off, it has just gotten steamy. Thanks for the invitation!!
Best,
Bonnie
We have finally gotten "summer" here in Washington state, too. It's a glorious, cloudless sky with the kids playing in the sprinkler and iced tea in the fridge. I'm feeling mighty blessed and lucky right now!
73 degrees on Cape Cod...I have no complaints either...enjoy, I'm sure it won't last
Get ready. I'm packing. I won't be coming by covered wagon, though.
packing my bags...
Git along, little dogies. There'll be cute lil' cupcakes, too, I'm a thinkin'.
i'm so glad it's saving you on those rough days; it's hot here, but michelle's new sanctuary has a pool, so i say hot schmot! xo
I've got myself a couple of driving horses and a cart. But I didn't need to leave home today, although it was not quite as nice as there, it was definitely better than it has been. Take the good you have and enjoy it. I know how to hook up a hitch and drive it. If I need to I may be lumbering on to your way. I'll call you.
I hate the heat. I am an Autumn girl. I love sweater weather.
it's been 101 here for the last 3 days. Like Adrienne says thank god for the pool!
xoxoxo
I know what you mean, the weather - temperature, light, colors - affects me deeply. That's why I don't particularly like visiting my US in-laws, they live near Seattle :)
It was beautiful up here in the bay area this weekend, as well, except I don't have yummy cakes in my house!
Hurrumph! My family (also in CA) seem to be mocking me with their casual mention of morning coffee on the deck in SWEATERS. Cruelty, defined.
Elizabeth, the line I quoted in that sunset post is from this poem by William Carlos Williams (and it seems appropriate, somehow, to your enviable weather) :
The Botticellian Trees
The alphabet of
the trees
is fading in the
song of the leaves
the crossing
bars of the thin
letters that spelled
winter
and the cold
have been illumined
with
pointed green
by the rain and sun --
The strict simple
principles of
straight branches
are being modified
by pinched-out
ifs of color, devout
conditions
the smiles of love --
. . . .
until the stript
sentences
move as a woman's
limbs under cloth
and praise from secrecy
quick with desire
love's ascendancy
in summer --
In summer the song
sings itself
above the muffled words --
-- William Carlos Williams
I'll hitch up the horses now...
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