Sow field, not the flower boxes, and let the hundred flower blossom.

The charms of the wild rose, new-mown hay, baked bread, buttered popcorn, smell of coffee, frying bacon and the smell of rain hitting dry ground! Everything felt a little bit livelier. Awesome!

Summer: Flip flops have found their destination. The season has also given a reason to embrace umbrellas and rain boots.

Talent is growing like dandelion. You don’t grow weeds and call yourself a gardener.

A murky weekend is the ideal excuse to pack up a picnic basket and enjoy the great outdoors.

Salt in the air, sun kissed hair. Harley bikers are back. Jazz on the streets, kite surfing, fireworks, festivals, music, night bazaar, movies & popcorns, farmers market, strange flowers, sunglasses, journal, sun hat, country side, beaches, no makeup and the list goes on. I feel summer creepin' in. Every summer has a story. Bliss is the sand between my toes. Some of the best memories are made in flip flops! It’s a smirk, it's a memoir, it's a sip of lemonade... it's summertime!