I ate the first raspberries today, three of them. There was another, but it would have required protective gear to reach, and I was in shorts. This is going to be a good year for raspberries.
The fireflies are gearing up to their full show. I think I might have figured out how to photograph them, but I don’t have a tripod.
The world may be ending: the 100lb dog let the cat eat his sausage scraps. Voluntarily. They did end up sharing the plate-lickings, both tongues at once.
My catbird buddy is back. He sings to me in the morning, comes to look in the window and check on me, and follows me around when I’m in the yard. He hasn’t brought me any bugs yet this year.
I want to go pick strawberries Friday or Saturday. How many do you think I can eat before I have to find some way to preserve them?