As in, "You fill up my senses...." (click on any image to biggify)
Yesterday while taking in the Brown Bag concert, I looked up:There is nothing like looking up at the summer sky through a tree's finery!
After Rick was finished at the clinic for the day, he called and asked me to meet him at a client's farm to pick boysenberries:We're having a summer heat wave, which could mean a quick end to the harvest. We grabbed 27 pounds of juicy goodness while we could. We plan to go back soon and pick blueberries. (Our small berry patch can't produce enough to fill our freezer for year-long eating.)
Last night as I was moving hoses around to keep landscape plants alive, the heady perfume from these tiny clusters drew me in:We have several of these daphne bushes around the south and east foundations of our home, and they are quite the producers of flowers and fragrance.
Finally, although without photographic evidence, my little wool-producers satisfied my sense of touch - and filled my heart with warmth. The ewes were especially cuddly, proving once again that Shetlands can be every bit as affectionate as the family dog!
That's it for now at . . .