The veggie garden is doing great. We’ve been enjoying its bounty since April.
Outside my office window, lovely blossoms are keeping the pollinators busy.
In the flower garden, Stella has opened up in a most lovely way.
Last evening, I sat on the end deck enjoying the quiet spell that surrounds the end of the day. I’m not sure if I first saw the doe running or heard the ripping sound of her flight through the wheat field. Soon a younger one appeared in the hay field that was our lower lawn and she followed. They ran toward shelter. Moments later, they sauntered back. Were they thinking, “Now wasn’t that silly?” In a couple of minutes, they disappeared behind a stand of pine trees.
I hope you are enjoying the start to this summer. I am.
This spring, one fat fellow could frequently be observed grazing on the grass of our lawn.
Because this one is so shy, I have to shoot through the windows. The results are definitely degraded because of that. Sorry.
There’s another family of “charlies” living down by the road. I’ve seen the babies playing beside the ditch.
Sunday morning about a half mile from home, we saw a fox in the middle of the road. Eventually, she trotted over to the ditch and disappeared into a culvert. I’m told that foxes are plentiful in this area, but we rarely see one. One more jewel in the crown of that particular day.
The other evening as we were enjoying our evening meal, I saw a young doe on our lower lawn. This was by the row of ash trees. I did a double take as I realized she was not alone. On either side of her stood a small fawn. I wanted to capture this scene for you, so I got up and walked briskly toward the office to retrieve the camera. I hadn’t gotten through the kitchen when I heard Sylvia say, “Don’t bother. They’ve gone.”
And now, so am I.
Our favorite rose is now in bloom. Sylvia and I particularly love that deep rich color.
A short distance from the rose, the first lily of the season opened to display its beauty to all who pass.
As I’ve recovered from my recent foot surgery, I’ve been last active and mobile. This has, unfortunately, limited photographic productivity. More on that and critter stories tomorrow.
While sitting at the breakfast table, I finished this morning’s Bible reading. Sylvia had turned on the sprinkler, but when the timer sounded I went out and shut it off. Returning to the table, I looked out at the garden and saw a chipmunk playing there. Nearer motion caught my eye as I watched a robin chase a chipmunk up a scarlet maple. I chuckled.
Turning my head, I saw a robin and a fledgling. Soon the robin flew, but the fledgling remained with the bewildered look that must be common to youngsters facing a new and very large world. He looked so precious, I went for the camera to capture a picture.
When I returned with the camera, the fledgling had moved some distance away. Evidently frightened by Sylvia as she moved the sprinkler to water the rest of the garden.
I turned my attention to the fledgling, framed my shot and . . . Sylvia walked by.
The little guy took this all in. My camera didn’t know where to focus. I just smiled.
Life is good.