'There's no place like home'

Thick fog enveloped and light drizzle dampened plans to go to the summer house.

Sometimes fog is a welcome reprieve, providing a place to hide from the world and insulate ourselves from the outside. Other times it sets a trap, imprisoning us within by its cold, clammy and forbidding barrier.

Fearing the latter, we spent Sunday at home; and by late morning sunny skies beckoned.

At the end of The Wizard of Oz, Dorothy says that in the future she will look for happiness no farther than in her own yard because "there's no place like home."

Instead of grabbing my camera and heading to the beach, I went in search of the Creator's handiwork in the confines of my own yard.

This is the perfect time to cut and dry hydrangeas. They last for years.

Happiness is a hanging basket of purple petunias.

Tomatoes are ripe for the picking in our kitchen garden.

Impatiens welcome guests at the front door.

Red, white and blue wave amid a backdrop of greenery.