/ 18.6.11 / 17 Comments / country living
Welcome…to our home in the ‘Seven Acre Wood’…
Ok..technically it’s seven and a half acres…but I think my title sounds so ‘quaint’, don’t you?
I’ve shown you all so many photos of our property..but they were in the spring, fall, and winter.
This is the first time that I think I’ve done a ‘grand tour’ in the summer.
One of the few drawbacks of blogging is that we so rarely get to ‘drop by’ each other’s homes.
So today, while we are off at the beach with the kids and their friends…I thought I’d let you have a peek at our home in its full summer finery. It sort of goes ‘down hill’ from here.
Since I took these photos our early summer heat, drought and wind have just about cooked our poor yard!
It’s still green as far as the trees go, but wow..it’s starting to look like Dallas! (Heaven forbid!) Houston is known for its generous (and sometimes too generous) rainfall. But not this year.
I almost lost my hydrangea (a gift from my secret sister) due to the lack of rain.
And we are watering parts of our yard every day. There’s nothing like the sight of some deep luscious green to make it ‘feel’ cool…even if it’s not. LoL!
What you see here is the reason, Dear Hubby tells himself, that we bought this place 40 minutes from everywhere!
But when the summer heat really kicks in, which as I said, as already happened, then he dreams of Seattle.
Poor Tim has never quite acclimated to the ‘natural oven’ we call Texas.
Every summer I have to pray that he doesn’t pack us all up in the moving truck and whisk us away to greener and cooler..and dryer climates.
Of course it’s pretty dry right now! There doesn’t seem to be a speck of humidity anywhere!
During the spring, my dear hardworking hubby has the hardest time keeping up with the mowing and the trimming of trees.
We have a LOT of trees!
Big, towering, majestic trees that have been growing for at least a hundred years now.
Unlike most of our neighbors who have established new homes on parcels of the original property, ours has been a homestead for several generations.
It was once called White Oaks Farm…and I think that’s a great name for our place.
The white oaks are superb. No question about that. I love looking straight up into the branches of the gorgeous oaks.
I like knowing there are things bigger than me out there…that have stood the test of time.
For those of you are missing green, as my dear son Matthew in Afghanistan is…perhaps this will be a treat.
And for those of you enjoying cooler climes…well..I’m so happy for you! That means, it’s your turn to post.
Have a lovely, sunny, relaxing Father’s Day. And give the man in your house a big hug. Let him know he’s the best.
And whatever you do..don’t let him do yardwork!
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