It was an iffy experiment, growing sunflowers in a the confines of a planter box, and thrilling when a few hardy souls ignored the cramped quarters and gave it their all. It's a far cry from the roomy and luxuriant gardens up at the barn, that's for sure, but these sunflowers, unlikely and defiant, I may love them the best of all.
Things have been kind of quiet here on the blog, pretty much a reflection of how everyone here is feeling since losing the little Labrador. But I've missed sharing the things that happen here so the hiatus is officially over.
Also, thank you so much for the kind and generous and thoughtful and encouraging notes about losing Daisy. You are all so lovely.
The solstice on Saturday switched the calendar to summer, finally catching up with the beach crowds that have been here all along. It's been June gloomy for the last week, low-hanging fog, a bit of mist, cool breezes. Today, though, just now in fact, the marine layer burned off, blue skies and ocean blue blending on the horizon.
Meanwhile, here's a datura growing in the shadows at Bluffs Park, mysterious and a little menacing.