From a day of mowing. Pulling in the back, past the downward driveway, almost to the deck (half of which was crushed in the Great Willow Tree Fall of 2010. My grandpa’s mailbox recycled by Mother. Below: I wanted to get a shot of Shane’s face peeking out from the shady bushes on this hot day, but when I paused the mower to steady the camera, out he came. Do you remember the naissant flowers of last’s week’s mowing? Well, with one more week of sunshine, here they are.
And here is a trumpet vine flower in the breeze. Oh, rats. Loading it from my Mac takes too long, so here is a youtubed translation.