Oot and aboot

I went on a trek. A little one, to figure out what was making noise. I searched high and low. It was good exercise. I think it was the crows going after the ruffed grouse chicks. The bugs were awful until I got deeper into the wetland. The bird song was amazing.


 A friendly visitor. JB and I were reading on the back deck. I whispered to him to look. 

I was in my garden, and this lovely thing was shining its face in the dappled sunlight.
 

There is a new bug eating up and laying on the milkweed. I don't know what it is. Some research will be involved.


I love the balloon flower. You'd think they would make me sad, but they don't. On a visit to a garden centre I asked my youngest to choose a plant for the new garden. (He was 8 at the time!) We are now estranged, but it makes me think of a happier time in our relationship. It would have been 1993 when I had just left my first husband. I was happy to see them in this garden, when we moved here in 2010.


I continued my walkabout. Doing my chores, filling the fountain, checking on my plants.


I love this dead root. It looks like a Dr. Seuss character. And now it has a beautiful, golden friend!


Do you recall our deer friend up above? If you examine the stems, you will see a number of blossoms missing. I have a suspect. Happily, there are a lot of blossoms.


The hostas have been nipped in the bud! She left us some, though.


A photo bomb! It's wet, as I had just watered them.