After we spend a little time with the chickens, we go on to the garden to see what may have happened there overnight. For those of you who garden, you know what I'm talking about. How many of us have returned home at night after a few days away and gone into the garden with a flashlight to check things out?
This morning I took a picture of the squash blossom you see in the picture above and then immediately, a bee flew down its throat and so I took her picture too.
Can you see her down there?
Squash blossoms are so lovely. And so are bees.
I took a walk today and again, I walked on White House Road. I did not see Philly or her human nor did I see any humans except a few driving cars. I did notice that many of the Trump signs and banners have finally been removed although as it is Memorial Day, the Stars and Stripes were flying in great abundance.
I took a picture of a gnarled tree instead of flags, though.
I texted him and got no reply.
"He's fine, he's fine, he's fine," I chanted to myself.
And then I called him. It went straight to voice mail. I left him a message. "Where ARE you? Please let me know."
When he finally texted me I was so relieved. He was indeed fine. He'd decided to buy the go-cart and had come home for the trailer while I was still out on my walk and it had taken awhile to get it loaded and and so forth.
"I did!" I said. "It went straight to voice mail."