I took a break from writing this morning to play with the camera in the garden. (Among a bunch of other things -- nothing like a little procrastinating with a deadline looming.)

Like I said, the butterflies love the coneflower garden--and they don't seem to mind me climbing right in there with my camera.

A few lucky shots! I need to get a field guide to butterflies....

Have a fabulous Fourth of July weekend!

Ode to June

Mother Nature's being very kind this summer. (She better not make me regret those words.) We're having incredible weather today, which makes it hard to sit at the computer and write.

The flower garden is flourishing! At least, one of them is. The bees and butterflies just love it. I do, too.
I've picked two gallons of wild blackberries this week. And that doesn't count the ones Baxter and I have eaten -- fresh off the vine. Or bush or whatever -- the sharp, sharp, magnetic briar bush to be more specific. Yes, Baxter loves, loves blackberries. He's even taught his brother how to nibble them ever-so-carefully off the bush.

Goodbye, June!