As I stand and look off the upper porch, my eyes are delighted with the flowers above.
The fog of August is sweeping across the Hill. We cannot fathom how green everything happens to be this time of year. Our neighbor with his batwing bush hog finished the mowing for us. A true southern neighbor.
This greets me from the kitchen and when I first ramble outside to soak in the sights of our world on the Hill. BTW Do you believe that the number of fogs in August is the number of snows you will have in the winter? My Grandma loved folklore. The Kitty Justice is to feel Blessed with a Green August and colorful flowers to greet you from their perch.