july, july

...it's a great song by The Decemberists. Do you know it?

I can't believe the month of July is already here. I have the sinking feeling that summer is slipping through my grasp at light speed, and I haven't been swimming or biking or kayaking once yet. We've bbq-ed plenty of times and enjoyed many a refreshing-patio-cocktail, so that's good. But for god's sake, we're just getting around to our spring gardening...as evidenced by the car-full of plants we spent all week putting in the ground:

Naturally they're all perennials, because I can't be bothered to plant anything that isn't going to come back next year. I'm lazy like that. But hey, that's what summer is for---now, where's that margarita?