When Walt was younger he'd annoy Maisie with his disregard for personal space.
And now, Daisy returns the favor.
It's the end of August and just as it's time to start watching the winds, the invasive plants that lit up the hills are turning to tinder.
You never know which flowers will survive the night shift of wild visitors.
So, a week whipped by. Here's the view from the bluff this morning.
Six geese a-lazing...
And not a moment too soon.
Something soothing for these terrible times.
Practically the moment the salvia got transplanted into its own container, the bumblebees here began to arrive.
The cover of a postcard folder mailed on August 11, 1943.
Did I already post this one? Even if so, the cool and quiet of it feel just right for the onset of August heat.
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