The last of the Summer wine……………

I'm drained of energy. 

A little rest from the heat and humidity needed 

this weekend. . . . . .   

 . . . . . . looks like the 'dog days' of Summer have finally arrived with 

daily temperatures hovering close to 100F for the entire week. 

Late afternoon thunderstorms threaten, booming in the distance, but have 

not brought us more than a few drops. The garden waits, a good drench

from nature always more beneficial than a shower from a rubber hose.

Couch on the Porch, Cos Cob (1914)

Frederick Childe Hassam - 1859-1935
American Impressionist

I share this wonderful painting at least once each Summer. 
To me it speaks Summertime, the light, the shadows and the colors.
For me a day spent reposing on the porch with a book and a breeze would
be so special - add Leona Lewis singing her amazing version of that 
classic song 'Summertime', perfection!  

So why do I never seem to do it? 
Much has to do with fighting off biting bugs, and the fact that I
have yet to make room for a couch on my small front porch.
So later today perhaps a little break in the screened gazebo instead, 
overhead fan moving the heavy air, a tall glass of well chilled wine for sipping,
and my book . . . currently re-reading Isak Dinesen's 'Out Of Africa'.

Are you enjoying being somewhat lazy on these last days of Summer?