This basil lemonade is perfect for a hot summer day!

quick and easy to make.

You’ll need some lemons, but maybe not this many, I was making two kinds of lemonade here. I’ll post the strawberry recipe next.

You’ll need juice from a few lemons depending on the size and juiciness.

They say local honey is good for you and helps with allergies.

zest one lemon, or part of a lemon.

into a blender add lemon juice,

honey,

basil,

water,

ice cubes and lemon zest. Blend until basil is smooth.

serve and garnish with lemon slice and basil sprig.

Fresh Basil Lemonade

ingredients

1/4 cup lemon juice

1 cup water

1 cup ice

4 table spoons raw honey

1 tablespoon minced basil

a couple basil sprigs and lemon slices for garnish

In a blender, blend lemon juice, honey, water, ice and minced basil together. Serve garnished with lemon slice and basil sprig.

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So PhotoADay hasn’t worked out so well in July for me. But here are the few that I did get done.

DNF is better than Did not start right?

This is the #FMS PhotoADay list I started with great intentions.

Red and White. Day !

Begins with K. Day 2.

Match. Day 3.

Stars and on the table. Day 4 and 5.

First pickles of the year. Day 7.

I’ve never seen a cute puppy and kid I didn’t want to stop and say hello to. Day 8.

Alive. Day 9.

Sharp, day 10.

Look down. Day 13.

More. Day 11.

Old school and torn. Days 14 and 15.

Torn, to use or not. This photo’s from June. Yeah that’s it. Maybe I’ll start on September now and get a head start on it.

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Rebecca introduced me to the new baby donkey, not even a week old.

C’mon, just climb over the fence and meet them, they’re friendly.

So over the fence we went and met mama and Jackson Jr.

Please don’t ask me what mom donkey’s name is I forget. Oh wait maybe it’s marshmallow Or this might be Valentine. Marshmallow might be the white one come to think of it.

Once we were in the pasture they hurried over to us.

Little 7 day old Jackson loves Rebecca. She says “He thinks I’m his mom.”

Pet him, he’s so fuzzy.

He likes to nuzzle on my shirt

He also likes to suck on my fingers.

This is when I got a little nervous that she was going to invite me to try. I gripped my camera more tightly and prepared to explain how I didn’t really have a free hand…

But I got lucky, she’d moved on to show me that he has teeth and only bites softly.

See?

Uh yeah, I guess they’re nice donkey teeth.

None of this seemed to bother Jackson Jr. he get’s this kind of stuff from mom grooming him all the time anyway.

Then he got tired and sat down for a rest.

Then she started saying something about being a grandmother already.

Huh, what?! You mean that donkey is a grandmother? I asked.

No, me. I’m a grand mother. See, that donkey over there, I’m it’s mom, she had that donkey right there, and that donkey had this donkey, so I'm it’s grand mother! And, it’s pregnant so I’m gonna be a great grandmother too!!

I laughed. Now that I under stood all the donkey genealogy properly.

And that’s the news from the pasture.

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I went out looking for a sunset. I thought the sun was going to peek out from under the moody clouds and light them up with glowing colors.

That did not happen.

But I did find plenty of colors right at my feet!

Sunflowers,

The wild Passion flower just growing at the edges.

A photo bomb from Harry. No he didn’t die, he just got a summer cold and got in something horribly greasy that he tried to lick off his coat and completely lost his meow for 3 days and was brought back to life with lamb fat, raw liver bits and a little charcoal on the off chance that whatever the greasy stuff was, was something poisonous.

Then he got the baths… He didn’t like that. Not one bit. But he was nice about it. Just very dejected that I’d treat him that way.

He’d rather not talk about the two baths.

Gladiolus.

Purple cone flower. And, I was just told by an adorable little girl in a homemade crocheted dress with a tulle skirt “They’re not purple!” I had to agree. So we decided to call them Echinacea.