Last of the Summer flowers.

The sweet pea are still blooming and fragrant.  Our Agapanthus didn't bloom this year, we had 21 flowers last year. The weather is still lovely thank God.  Today is the 31st August 2013. I don't know where the year has gone.  The schools have reopened and next week my friends and I will start planning our autumn and winter pursuits.  There will be evening classes to select, hobbies to resume and in my case, back to sewing and choir and choir practice with routine for another year. 

I spent yesterday in the garden enjoying the late August sunshine.  I took a few photos on my Iphone, to remember it by.

Enjoyment doesn't get any better than beautiful late August sunshine in the garden.

Sweet pea in a jug, Oh the beautiful smell!

Fill the house before they're gone!

Even the ladybird was enjoying the sunshine, isn't she gorgeous. I love to see ladyybirds.
 They are a real sign of nice weather.

Sunday Morning

Sunday mornings are special.  The nicest way to start your Sunday is with a cup of gorgeous hot tea.  I like to start every day with a nice cup of tea and I am very blessed, because my kind husband brings me a cup of tea every morning before he goes to work.  The photo below shows a lovely cup of tea he brought me one Sunday morning when I was having a lie-in.  He even picked a rose from the garden for me.

Kindness

"The word Kindness has a gentle sound that seems to echo the presence of compassionate goodness. When someone is kind to you, you feel understood and seen. There is no judgement or harsh perception directed toward you. Kindness has gracious eyes; it is not small-minded or competitive; it wants nothing back for itself."

 An Excerpt from To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings by John O'Donohue 



Mother Teresa of Calcutta said : 
"Not all of us can do great things on this earth, but we can do small things with great love."

Beautiful and Fragrant

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, 

and quiet breathing.          John Keats

Summer flowers from the garden