where does time go?

 ... like the wind at times.  Fast.  Silent.  Loud.  Or slow.  Always changing.

Sometimes I measure summer by the flowers ... we've recently started the chicory season.

Daisies bloom after the spring early bloomers.  I love driving along the country roads here and seeing their white petals and yellow smiling faces.

They are followed by black-eyed Susans, bright yellow petals whose name always makes me think of my Alaska cousin, Sue, and her mom, also Sue.

Chicory, tall, multiple flowers on the stem, seem to be waving in a 4th of July parade with their blue flags along the road.

I am hopefully a week away from having a dream realized, and can't wait to share it with the few who find me here.

In the meantime, I'm continuing to purge and pack and convince myself that there really is not a shortage of art supplies in the world and that maybe I should share some of my stash.

I'm trying to wrap up some odd projects.  I took some broken plastic designed to look like vintage amber glass out of this small cabinet and put in the chicken wire.  It was going to be for art supplies after the move, but since I'm trying really hard not to become a hoarder ... it might just become a cabinet in the mud room for cat and dog food, treats, and cat litter.  Cold weather gear like hats and gloves.  Charlie's coats.  Laundry supplies.

This weekend I'm going to put chicken wire in a small cabinet for the front porch that Brenda found for me, and maybe have to find a magnet closure for it since the door tends to come open.  It will be a seasonal decor cabinet that will get solar fairy lights, the baby fairy & mushroom I got at Pence Flea Market, and some other little found treasures.  I did get a twig-shaped handle for it today that Joey said he would put in.  Pictures soon of that one.

Have a safe 4th if you are celebrating, and be sure to protect your pets if they are afraid of idiots on the loose with fireworks.  Keep your pets inside!

💚 Ci