y childhood memories of July days are day trips to the beach with all the accompanying sandy buckets and sun-kissed cheeks; lazy days spent gazing into treetops while laying on my back; lemonade stands by budding entrepreneurs; and tricycle led circus trains beckoning neighbor kids to come to the backyard carnival. This summer, now that I am a “grown-up”, I will enjoy my favorite summer past time ~ I will be going with Vivian to camp in the beautiful and majestic High Sierras. Every year I look forward to this special respite up among the grand Cedar and Sequoia trees. There is such peace sitting beside the King’s River, watching the water cascade over the colorful boulders. This is a tradition built on many treasured memories of camping with my dear Mom and Dad, Vivian’s Grammy and Gramps. Our wish to you is that you too enjoy this summer with a special tradition, one to add to your summer day memories.
August
rgandy curtains fluttering with the summer breeze, crisp white sheets dried fragrant by the sun, it is said that those who prefer white appreciate life’s simple pleasures. This month weave found some simple splendors to share ~ the spectacular use of white united with red and blue ~ in fashion, decor and even sumptuous desserts.The sultry summer days of August brings back memories of when the neighborhood would gather for homemade ice cream made by the turn of a crank and also of the annual cake walk. Reminisce those days with an Ice Cream Social. Who knows, you may even win a Cherished Coconut Cake at the neighborhood cake walks!
September
ndian summer mornings creep quietly over the garden gate and all is enveloped in shimmering sunlight. September gardens welcome the warm sunshine and reward us with their fruitful abundance. The seashore beckons us in the afternoons with its promise of teasing waves. Our most favorite time of day is in the early evening, swinging on the porch swing, watching the shadows lengthen while sipping a frosty glass of iced Just Peachy tea.
October
utumn brings change on the breath of brisk-tinged breezes. The October sky reflects a deeper shade of sunset, the air is crisp like the crunch of fallen leaves on the courtyard bricks. The gardens are in transition now. Most flowers have gone to seed. Dried corn laden the tall corn stalks, their rustling a welcome sign to raccoons and other busy creatures. The daring blue jays, undaunted by our resident scarecrow, peck at the heavy laden sunflower heads. We gather dried flower and herb bouquets with the paisley hues of autumn. Deep russets, rich golden mahoganies, greens streaked with crimson, our harvest is abundant! As the season turns, we look forward to the exciting and wondrous days ahead.
November
n November, in simpler times, you might have come upon The McCharles House as a traveler, weary from a day’s carriage ride, chilled by tempestuous winds that hint of winter. The cottage appears, like a luminescent gingerbread house, the edges piped in twinkling white lights. You peer through the frosted windows, past crimson cloaks of velvet fastened with golden tassels, at the merry making inside. The house envelops you in warmth and soon you are laughing with newfound friends, sharing in the glow of bayberry-scented candles before continuing on your way.
y childhood memories of July days are day trips to the beach with all the accompanying sandy buckets and sun-kissed cheeks; lazy days spent gazing into treetops while laying on my back; lemonade stands by budding entrepreneurs; and tricycle led circus trains beckoning neighbor kids to come to the backyard carnival. This summer, now that I am a “grown-up”, I will enjoy my favorite summer past time ~ I will be going with Vivian to camp in the beautiful and majestic High Sierras. Every year I look forward to this special respite up among the grand Cedar and Sequoia trees. There is such peace sitting beside the King’s River, watching the water cascade over the colorful boulders. This is a tradition built on many treasured memories of camping with my dear Mom and Dad, Vivian’s Grammy and Gramps. Our wish to you is that you too enjoy this summer with a special tradition, one to add to your summer day memories.
rgandy curtains fluttering with the summer breeze, crisp white sheets dried fragrant by the sun, it is said that those who prefer white appreciate life’s simple pleasures. This month weave found some simple splendors to share ~ the spectacular use of white united with red and blue ~ in fashion, decor and even sumptuous desserts.The sultry summer days of August brings back memories of when the neighborhood would gather for homemade ice cream made by the turn of a crank and also of the annual cake walk. Reminisce those days with an Ice Cream Social. Who knows, you may even win a Cherished Coconut Cake at the neighborhood cake walks! 
ndian summer mornings creep quietly over the garden gate and all is enveloped in shimmering sunlight. September gardens welcome the warm sunshine and reward us with their fruitful abundance. The seashore beckons us in the afternoons with its promise of teasing waves. Our most favorite time of day is in the early evening, swinging on the porch swing, watching the shadows lengthen while sipping a frosty glass of iced Just Peachy tea.
utumn brings change on the breath of brisk-tinged breezes. The October sky reflects a deeper shade of sunset, the air is crisp like the crunch of fallen leaves on the courtyard bricks. The gardens are in transition now. Most flowers have gone to seed. Dried corn laden the tall corn stalks, their rustling a welcome sign to raccoons and other busy creatures. The daring blue jays, undaunted by our resident scarecrow, peck at the heavy laden sunflower heads. We gather dried flower and herb bouquets with the paisley hues of autumn. Deep russets, rich golden mahoganies, greens streaked with crimson, our harvest is abundant! As the season turns, we look forward to the exciting and wondrous days ahead.