Up dimly lit and early this morning. Everything went according to plan, despite the cats’ best efforts to get in the way of things. Just one of the cats, actually. You’ve got a 50-50 shot at guessing, and I don’t think you’ll need a hint or odds. If you’ve been paying attention you can guess which one.
You’ll be right.
We had breakfast at a local diner. It was fine. Some diners are better than others, I’ve learned. This one was OK. The cheese in the omelette was the best part, though the paper place mat told me they have all-you-can-eat chicken pot pie on Wednesday evenings. I don’t know how much chicken pot pie I can eat, but I might find out one of these days.
Being up early meant I got to enjoy a nap today. That means I’ll be up all night.
Let’s have a look at a few more of the flowers in the backyard.
This is a scarlet beebalm, or a crimson pincushion, or a wild bergamot. I’ve no idea, they all seem to look the same.
I didn’t notice it last year, I think it might be a weed — so the bergamot, maybe. My horticulture teacher in high school would tell you that weeds are only weeds if you don’t want them. Whatever is undesirable is a weed. If I say the beautiful roses are undesirable and the pokeweed is what I want, I’ll eventually never have to think about weeding
again. (I never think about it now.) That teacher is a preacher now.
Look at this hibiscus go!
The brown eyed susans are getting a lot of attention.
The butterflies aren’t the only ones. And beyond these bumblebees there are other bees and things I can’t identify.
And I’m thinking about sending a media release on this one. We have figs!
Now I have to learn about harvesting figs. And I must also do some weed-eating.
