Some summers, there are lots of hanging baskets and planters full of herbs and flowers. Not this year though. It took long time for summer to even arrive. I don't normally get my stuff until the first of June because of "fear of frost", and this year I didn't get anything until the end of June for the same reason. Then I just got out of the mood for container gardening. Still, we derive a lot of pleasure sitting in our old but comfy lawn chairs, enjoying our cat, Mange. This is the first year that she has let us even pet her. Maybe this winter she will come inside.
I notice the flaws. The flag is twisted. The propane tank sticks out like a sore thumb. The wildflowers never did grow. The umbrella is limp on the left. The grill is not polished up. The gazebo is crooked, due to an unfortunate snow removal accident with a Bobcat. This is a real life shot ... not primped, though I did move the hose out of the way. But, the house is painted and the grass and trees are pretty. It is pleasant, and I consider myself very blessed.