Now 10, Daisy still puts hunting above all else. She’s good at it, too, being a Dachshund. Lethal. And although she snores beneath my desk at this very moment, I bet she’s dreaming about hunting.
She also desperately needs a haircut.
My greatest ability is knowing when to keep my mouth shut. My head is getting very noisy, though.
How often can I claim that now? Lightroom is my best friend.
Butterfly from 2012.
To the victor go the spoils…
I spent some time with the bees this morning… well, one looked distinctly un-bee like.
First noticed them while stalking my arch-nemesis, Guy Who Yells At Me.
More on that jackass later.
See what I mean about this last little fellow? Perhaps he’s just a little younger than his mates.
My husband’s answer to “…but you have to keep it in the garage”.
And yes, I’m tearing the beds apart.
I always take pictures of the first crinum lily of the season.
And here’s the neighbor’s hibiscus:
Yes, their house really is that shade of green. If they like it, I don’t care.