happy hour orange

"The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled....."  

                                                                                                .....Sue Monk Kidd

 time for Happy Hour! This is our happy hour, in the garden towards the end of another scorching heat filled day, or on the porch.

Supper bowls treats ready for the ladies.....yes, I spoil them. LOL They love kale, CORN, bits of most any meat especially ham or hamburger, (and TUNA!) scrambled eggs, rice. We don't waste anything here. And on these sweltering hot summer days....they enjoy ice cold watermelon bits. I love chopping and preparing their bowls, I find it very relaxing.

(above)....that's my newest "baby", Rose. I think she's right at 16 weeks old now. She grew much faster than the hens in our first flock. Sadly, we lost her sister, Blanche last week.

Rose and Blanche, just hatched

.....and (below)...their last picture together

"a garden should be a sanctuary. It should push back the wilderness and be an intimate place.....safe from lions and elephants, whatever was out there. "   .....Swindler

At one time, somebody planted a perfect straight line of daylilies out in a field. Don't know who, or what year it could've been.  They are heavily threaded and choked with weeds, but still I asked Mr. Front Porch to not mow them down until we were SURE. Sure enough, last week, a big white one bloomed.

my old maids....in many colors

SO STYLISH!! ha ha One of my typical "garden get-ups". LOL!! ha ha. Always tucking pants or pedal-pushers into big long black or white socks, trying to ward off the "skeeters". I often wear big black boots over those, but this day I was in my dirty old garden/chicken coop clogs.

 Normally I use long sleeves too, so they don't bite up my arms. On extremely bad days, we wear headnets to work in the garden or chicken coop. We look REAL FUNNY in those! ha ha LOL But they DO help, keeping those dang varmits off your face and out of your eyes and nose!

"No-see-ums rivaled the mosquito for the position of State Bird. They were all but invisible ferocious little bugs that would DEVOUR you like piranhas. Well, almost. My Daddy used to call them "flying jaws".

                            ........Dot Frank, Lowcountry Summer

Glad you stopped by for happy hour with me today! Icy Orange sodas sure taste great on these hot sweltering Summer evenings.