dreaming & scheming

Miss Dixon doing her best impression of a retriever

It's cooling off a bit. It's been hot, hot, hot here. But since we are a Cape Cod of the North it has been perfect weather for all the summer visitors & residents. Perfect beach weather. I say with hushed breath and only to those I know really well ... it's too hot, it's too sunny, it's bringing me down. But then I'm a girl who loves the rain, I do love a dark and stormy sky.

This morning it is raining, just showers. Enough to water the gardens and then the skies are supposed to clear by noon. The village is a buzz this weekend with another summer festival - A Harbour Festival - lots of boats and boating events, pork BBQ in the park, entertainment on the park's stage, dances, regattas and on and on. I live so close to the park and the harbour that I'm really smack in the thick of it ... whether I want to be or not. Bah humbug.

Yesterday was a frantic day of drawing madly, thumbnails rushed off to Customer No Uno by 1:20 (noonish her time) then dashing out for an appt. and a few errands. One of which was to pick up La Beast Rouge. I left her out in the rain (sad face), first time ever, and I do feel terribly guilty. Her carburetor got wet and she would not start, so ... off she went to the small engine repair shop and thankfully she's fine once again, and safely tucked away in La Shed I might add. In-between emails back and forth from my customer and waiting for further direction she (La Beast Rouge) and I whipped around the yard. I managed to mow half of my yard - the worst half and the half that needed mowing. I am a firm believer in only mowing when it is absolutely necessary - when you're reaching the point where the grass is getting long enough that it could make mowing unpleasant (the clogging and the stalling and the pop-a-wheelie mowing position) and those of you are regular readers know that I find mowing unpleasant enough to begin with. Even though it was stinking hot yesterday, there was a refreshing strong breeze blowing up from the harbour and it made mowing an almost pleasant task and I always feel SO fantastic when that job is done for another 7 days or so.

Our early morning beach trek and then the Farmer's Market this morning for fresh vegetables and home baking, then home again for our usual weekend plans of tidying up, cooking and a bit of yard work - interspersed with some reading and some endless dreaming and scheming.

Here are some photos from yesterday's early morning beach walk.