But wherever I go, I am always happy to come back home, although sometimes the farewells are bittersweet when we’re returning home from a visit with our out-of-town children.
The other downside is that upon returning home, I notice all the things that need to be done, like trimming the boxwoods in front. It’s been such a hot summer, that I have let many outside chores slide as I refuse to work in the heat of the day.
Although it’s only been a few days, it seems like forever since we passed lazy days under a beach umbrella.
The sedum have come into bloom. Their early flowers are a light and delicate pink. I think they will darken to more of a wine color with time. They are like a soft breath of freshness in my late-summer heat-beaten garden.
This little angel stands guard over my St. Francis garden. Most of my other angels are in the Angel garden where I find I have a lot of work ahead of me this fall, if the temperatures ever cool. (Last week was cool here in the midwest, I understand, but we chose that week to go to South Carolina, so we missed that break from the heat.)
It may take me the rest of my life, but I will win the war against this ivy.
Most of these ivy plants can we “weeded” out with a hand fork or tool. It’s important to get to the bottom of the entire root without it breaking. Even the smallest remnant will sprout into a new plant.
It’s discouraging when I look back at the earlier pictures where we had the garden visibly cleared.
But our whole garden would be looking like this right now if we hadn’t done all the work that we did. This is the far end of the garden near the private drive. We haven’t worked here yet. The ivy chokes everything else out.
Working on this ivy makes me think of other people who accomplished great things by a persistent chipping away. Relentlessly. Always hopeful. You just keep going.
Even with all the work that faces me, there’s still no place like home. I know Arthur, who spent last week at Pet City Resort, agrees.