This has been the sweetest June I can remember in a long time. It has been the old-fashioned June of my childhood, flowering in temperate weather, laying its sweetness on us
except that it did rain for about 4 days in a row last week which was tedious.
Muji seemed to sleep through it so that I started to wonder if he was ill again.
but all was and is well. That's just my boy, sleeping like a baby, the sleep of the innocent.
Babu took the window on a less humid day looking unusually panther-like.
It doesn't take much to shift gears for Babu and soon he was in the kitchen with me, all wide-eyed.
There's this thing I'm sure he does, a kind of telepathic communion
the message somewhat garbled as he is easily distracted
It becomes clear that he wants up
and he leans forward to jump
Once he is on my lap he looks around
Now he takes the pose of an Egyptian, unusually noble,
Then a look to me for a "now what?"
and he eventually settles down for some cuddles
Muji would be so jealous if he knew, but he is lost in dreamland.
The dramatic sky on a gentle breezy day
a little jaunt to the garden to visit the onions that stand before the lettuces
The onions about to flower
they grow as a foursome
Our yummy salad greens of lettuce, arugula, mustard greens and dill
a windblown poppies that lost most of their petals in last week's blowing rain
all that's left of the last poppy
it's pistil and stamen
Eight Little Blueberries
a currant with its blossom end
climbing the little hill behind the garage I get a view of our poor little garden
and Forget-Me-Not Cabin as I look to the east
The little song sparrow who serenades us daily and often strikes up the band,
but this is as close as I can get to him
Meet the Harelsons who grow rosier by the day, here with an ant who's come to visit
a grapevine in the backyard
On Friday I mowed a small swath out back of the cabin to show off the Honeysuckle
whose blooms are still highly scented
and glorious, tinted pale yellow, white and pink
Last of the Lupins
On the way back through the yard I catch a shot of a Hydrangea bloom about to pop
around the reclaimed composter that Wally built,the purple Clematis bloom
I can't seem to capture the purple however hard I try
The Echinacea are about to bloom
The Lavender is doing nicely
The wild Mallow has come back. Love them.
Wally picked me a little bouquet of Sweet William,
a kind of carnation pink
The Scented Azaleas have bloomed and they are wonderfully perfumed!
the Coral Bells still bloom in front of the coppery leafed Nine Bark
tender wild roses bloom out of sight on the far side of the garage
Their scent is heaven on earth
I've inundated you with pictures. How I wish I could add scent and sound. There is a romance in nature right now that is all the more rapturous for being so fleeting. One could drown in it and never care for the consequences.
Good-bye Sweet June. You've been so kind. If only we could be so kind to ourselves.
Try to find a place of peaceful solitude
where you can bask in the miraculous flower that you are.