my husband laughs at me every time i come through the kitchen door lately. a simple run up to the local grocery for milk brought me home with milk in one hand and an armful of lilies in the other. then it was black-eyed-susans on the way home from eva’s soccer practice. and today i was buried in hydrangeas after a visit to my mom’s.  it’s high summer here in the upper midwest.  sun’s shining. time to make hay.

hydrangeas from my mom’s yard

saint paul, minnesota