Every winter I look out at our icy, snow-covered patio and think, “Next summer I should spend time out on the patio!” But once a windy, chilly spring turns into a hot muggy summer, I don’t actually get out nearly as often as I might. This morning though, it was warm in the early morning, giving me a chance to get out while there was still lots of shade. (I have since pulled most of the weeds visible in the graveled areas.)
Two years ago, Jackie moved some of our lilies to the back yard. This is especially nice on rainy days, because we can admire them through the patio door without having to go out in the rain.
One thing that has always appealed to me is having coffee and a fancy pastry in an outdoor setting for breakfast. For various reasons, I rarely do so. Just lately, those reasons seem less constraining, and I’m thinking @jackieLBrewer and I may start taking breakfast on the patio pretty often this summer.
Spent an hour on the patio, gradually pushing my chair back, keeping in the sweet spot—in the shade but not in the puddle produced by the gutter—until my feet and shanks had been exposed to as much sun as I thought wise.
Taking my coffee out on the patio, watching the dawn light up the trees. A nice change from sitting at the computer.
Sitting on the patio, drinking a beer and reading The Economist. Jackie is nearby, and expected to return. Kindle on standby for when Economist runs out.
Sharing my lawn chair with a handsome jumping spider.
Sitting on the patio with my sweetie @jackieLbrewer. And, of course, beer.
