Can you see it in the first photo? I spotted a tell-tale spot of green in the luscious pink phlox. Such a tiny, newly morphed tree frog!
Hubby hauls out his suit for hatchin', matchin' and dispatchin's. I liked the outfits for hauling in the garbage! The funeral, Tuesday, was lovely. Joy, tears, laughter. A true celebration of life and a life well-lived. Such a good man, whom I entertained with silly stories, photos, and, once, my deer sheds from winter. I worked with him for a year and a half.
Cats are up to no good, I'm sure. I don't know why Dorah came so close to lie down near Annabelle. Meantime, Daisy was down on the sidewalk below. Annie, you can see, has made herself at home!
I spent a quiet time down on the frog pond dock.