Here are a few shots from the cottage. I call them "Shots From The Cottage" because I'm a writer and I have a robust and extensive vocabulary and imagination galore. Literally, galores of it.
The honeysuckle is blooming. I have an orange vine on the east side of the house and a pinkish purple vine on the south side. The hummingbirds love them and hover around them all day, so I'm determined to get a few mid-flight photos this summer, even if it means using Superglue on their itty bitty feet.
I also have a mock orange in full bloom right now, just outside my bedroom window.
The heavy scent wakes me in the morning.
I think I might dig it up and move it.
However, on the days when I am up early, I like to wander outside and gather up some of these babies for breakfast. They may be small, but boy are they sweet and bursting with flavour, especially when they're warm from the sun. Definitely worth the effort of crouching and swatting Buddy out of the way. (He's an expert strawberry hunter, thinking nothing of muscling in and pulling the berries off the vine between his tiny front teeth, his tail making circles in doggie ecstasy.)
This has popped up alongside the raspberry patch. I think it's a blackberry bush, but I'm not sure. Anyone? I'll have to wait and see what develops.
The wild geraniums are blooming. Aren't they darling? So subtle and delicate. Like me.
Ah, the peonies finally opened at the lake, much later than their city cousins:
And I didn't get to my rhubarb before it went to seed. I seem to recall this is bad for some reason. Does anyone know about this? Can I do anything with these seeds? There are LOTS of them.
Well, that's it for now. Have a great weekend!