Love is in the air, mon cher. . .
The perennial hibiscus are lookin' spiffy. . .
Everything runs amok, though yarrow is like Bach: always neat and well-organized, even in the midst of sage gone-to-seed.
Everyone (including bugs, groundhogs, and small children) feels well contented with fresh food. . .
dill-biscuit topped potpie with fresh chard
& red leaf lettuce from our friend Nancy Greenthumb
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We have Deer and Bunnies eating our succelents.
While sitting on the front porch last night enjoying a wonderful summer shower, we saw them both.
The Bunny posed for your Aunt, and some time later our young Doe shyly crossed the front yard.
She and her kin are the reason we cannot grow lettuce or cabbage, even though both seem to like our soil a lot.
I also have irritating free-loading Squirrels raiding the tray feeder that I keep out for the Cardinals year round.
They all have their place in the food chain, but they can also wreck months of hard work and expense.
Martin looks far too happy eating that wonderful food.
He needs to go out and tote some big rocks.
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