This was one of those picture perfect weekends. Yesterday morning I was awake early with Miss Lucy Pie. Since she just had her hip surgery, she needs our help getting outside, especially because of all the steps in the house and the ones on the deck that she usually uses to get to the back yard. And because she doesn’t know to be cautious, she needs to be on a leash even in her own yard so that she’s not tempted to run and cause damage to her hip. She’d doing amazingly well, by the way. If it weren’t for the huge shaved patch of skin and the ugly stitches, you might not even realize she’d just had a major surgery.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning. The sky was clear blue with sun shining so bright that it felt as if the air was sparkling. The air was comfortably warm, even so early in the day. Lucy and I strolled around the back yard with no hurry to go back inside.
It was a mellow weekend for us. We chose to stick close to home to keep an eye on our canine patient, only making quick trips here and there when one of the kids was home to keep an eye on Lucy. I picked up a few more flowers to finish planting around the yard.
It seemed like everyone in the neighborhood had the same idea. Everyone was taking advantage of the gorgeous weather and prettying up their yards and gardens for the summer. Sometimes I look around the neighborhoods in our area and feel as if they are going downhill. Twenty-four years ago when we built our house on what had recently been a farmer’s field, everything was fresh and new. Now homes have changed owners several times over. Some of them have been “let go.” But a mature neighborhood has a little something over those sparkling new ones. It has character. It has seen the benefit of time. Some of the residents, like us, started out as young adults, with young families and limited budgets. All these years later, we’re more established. We’ve made improvements to our homes and yards little by little over the years. Our homes have personality.
I looked around this weekend and saw that personality all over our neighborhood. Everything is so pretty right now. I love this time of year when there’s so much life and color all around us. My own flowers are in various stages, some of them already past their prime, like the Irises. Some of them are at their peak, like the Clematis. And some of them have yet to even bloom, like the petunias in the whiskey barrel under the tree out front.
I love this time of year. I love this kind of weekend.