I was about to let our dogs in from the back yard when I took note of our rose bush. Actually, it is several rose bushes planted in a cluster by the previous owners, mostly to obscure the kennel they had in the back corner of the yard. Since none of us really knew what it was when we moved in, we marveled at the different colored flowers it produced as the summer progressed. There even was a vine tangled among the bushes (we tried transplanting that, but no luck). Finally, after producing white, yellow, and pink flowers, Casey looked at the plant and exclaimed, "What are you?"
The white petals are out in full force.
That was when I noticed so were the bees.
This guy was particularly industrious.
Of course, as I was taking pictures, Kozy gave me her best pitiful look in hopes I would grab a stick and play fetch with her.
I brought this box home for the summer. It contains all the curriculum and professional literature I wanted to get caught up on. Looks like Einstein is putting it to better use.
The ferns in our front yard have exploded. The early summer rains have helped them. Over Memorial Day, Kristie raked out all the dead leaves and there were just stubs. A few weeks later we bought some lights to border our sidewalk. We put three among the ferns. But they were quickly engulfed.
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