It's Summertime here, and I've been awaiting each season to see what it's like in the mountains. Whenever I used to visit my Mother-in-law in the mountains, there was always a distinctive smell in the air that I remember. Well, I've noticed it more this Summer, and it wasn't as strong in the Winter when I moved here. But I guess the Summer heat brings out the scents more intensely. On my way to the creek, I see fields of yellow, and it's lovely. I did see a strange sight across the street at my neighbor's house - I noticed two big birds flying towards their house, and wondered what they were. It was a Vulture keeping watch up in the tree while his companion was on the ground feasting on squirrel prey. Oh my, that was strange to see. I hear the peaceful Mourning Doves quite a lot in the distance, and they are fatter here in the mountains than where I lived before. One started cooooing as I'm writing this. ; ) There is a trail of Quail that crosses my front lawn, and they follow one after another, and then leave under the fence where there is an opening. I can see why it is our state's bird; they're so funny with the feather on top of their head. My Spring and Summer cups are the same, and look forward to changing them out for Fall. I bought a new cup at the antique shop, and the owner asked me if I liked peacocks. I told her, "yes, but I like what the cup says." I'm still baking as always, even in the hot Summer days. Remember the mystery rose that my neighbor gave me to plant? Well, I planted it not knowing what color it was, and it finally bloomed. I wasn't sure if it would make it because it was small and fragile, but I guess roses seem to like me, and the first bloom opened up. It was a nice surprise to see that the color was Peach! A peach rose symbolizes 'gratitude and showing thanks.' I'm sending it to my brother to express my deepest gratitude for this house. I've had workers coming and going lately, pouring gravel on the side of the house, painting the white fence in the front yard, putting in new fencing in the back yard. They are repairing and improving, and I am grateful. I'm getting things cleaned up around here for my family's visit this Summer, and Francesca reassures grandma that all is good with her "thumbs up."