Blue wild flax flowers—playing with the colors, textures, and lighting. From today’s photographs.
We had a number of thunderstorms. (I slept through two Code Red storm alert calls, the phone within 30 inches of my head.) Tuesday night’s took out most of the Sweet Williams and in the early morning, a lot of the day’s new blooms. The rain has, however, encouraged some new flowers. The pollinators were also in evidence.
Some of my favorites from the past few days, now. Clicking on the photo and likewise on the attachment page should bring you to a larger version of the picture.
4 July 2018
5 July 2018
3 July 2018
While the U.S. Independence Day fireworks (illegal, but omnipresent) were loud, including someone shooting off the stuff on the street in front of our house, the Scampers and I weathered the noise. I put on some opera music (mostly tenor arias and operatic songs), and the dogs soon fell to sleep. I later switched to Mozart symphonies, and they napped until it was time for their last snack and outing and into their kennels for the night. I am quite happy that the celebration is over for another year.
Our dogs are accustomed to joining us in the gazebo for thunderstorms, and so the loud noises do not upset them. I jump when the strikes are too close. When we were children, we lived in a large house on a double lot that had ten or more gigantic cottonwood trees that inevitably drew lightning strikes. And we would be out in it, since the water buildup in the basement window wells (we started out living in a “basement house”, the main floor not added until the ’50s), with our little buckets, bailing out the water before the windows could pop open and send the water into the living room, bathroom, and bedrooms. Such fun!
For no particular reason, other than some old favorites.
The crows were unusually quiet, this morning, before they’d settled on a treetop to gather in. It is not often that they settle in a tree this close to our house.
Best wishes for your week!
A thank-you to Nancy Merrill for A Photo a Week Challenge: From Below.
And so the garden was wet and windblown when I got outside with the Scampers, this morning.
Yesterday evening with the Scampers:
I was awakened by a Weather Warning alert via my cell phone, a little after 4:00 this morning. Looked at the weather radar and decided that I would not be able to stay awake for the entire show, and so unplugged the electronics and crawled back into bed. I think I got another three hours of sleep before it was time (for the Scampers) to wake up.
Forecast for this afternoon is “30% chance of severe thunderstorms”. I am waiting inside until UPS delivers my book order (Red Waters Rising, by L. A. Gilman). The current temperature is 77°F, headed for 89°.
I am hopeful that I will get more seeds planted tonight, before the next rain showers move through. This evening, I can read some of the second issue of the Tanka Society of America’s Ribbons. I received the first issue for the year earlier and put it aside where I could read a little bit each evening. It disappeared before I ever got to it, that day. I have searched everywhere without finding it again.
Much too hot outside (82ºF, headed for 90º), this morning, and so I took some photographs in the wildflower garden while the dogs explored the back yard. After they’d eaten, we went outside, again, when I managed to get through 3.5 miles on the exercise bike in the gazebo.
By the time I finish my shower and get dressed in going-out clothes, it will already be time for lunch. I don’t know where the time goes!
I suspect that Al will concentrate on inside activities, rather than tackle any more sanding or painting. He’s currently working on the outside of the gazebo. Hoping that we don’t get any brilliant-red paint on the windows. 🙄
A lovely week, last week and this weekend, for photo taking in the garden. Finally got caught up on household chores, got my clinic appointment and lab tests done, and today, grocery shopping. And Al finished putting the last coat of paint on his woodworking shop. I suspect that it will take him the winter to make the furniture, shelves, and cupboards that he needs, but he’ll have fun doing that.
I have gotten the summer/fall blooming wildflower seeds strewn along the side of the garage, and there are signs of germination. I still have to dig out areas in the wildflower garden to plant the rest of those seeds. Scattered rain showers are forecast for a few more days, beginning Thursday. I will need to get the planting done before then.
I hope that you’re having a good day. Best wishes for the week!
Our backyard neighbors have installed chicken-wire fencing along the length of our permanent fence a foot within the property line behind the house, making it difficult for the rabbits to get in or out by that route. Thus, the doe has dug and lined a burrow in the midst of my wildflower garden which is five feet in from the fence line.
Once again, the Scampers chased the resident rabbit around the back yard and out through the space beside the gate. They go through this routine every morning. We only see the rabbit, however, when it lingers over its breakfast.
Some time after the rabbit escaped under the gate, and the Scampers had returned with me into the house, there was a commotion (and howling) in the front sitting room. Thaddeus spotted the rabbit, who was eating a grassy snack in the front yard.
We were at a high-school graduation open house on Saturday afternoon for one of the kids across the back fence. His mother mentioned that she sees rabbits playing together in the mornings in our yard, running around and jumping at each other. Play fighting? I wonder if I will get up early enough, some morning, without waking the dogs, to see if I can catch them at it. Sounds fun!