Good morning! I wrote the text in brown yesterday but could never get around to posting it. Finishing it this morning, I'm in red.
Wow. A day at home. Ahhh, the simple bliss of it! It seems like so much longer, but I guess it's only been 7 solid days working in a row which I haven't been home (except to throw some food at the chickens, take the most cursory of glances at the electrical system and sleep). Oh, AND perform tick checks. The ticks have been particularly horrible this spring.
I'm soooo tired that all I want to do is curl up with a good movie . . . although I know I'd just fall asleep. And, there are SO many things that simply HAVE to be done around here! I am running out of work clothes, so I MUST make that laundry soap today, and, and, and . . . . My theory is, though, that if I get one part of the house clean, I should be able to KEEP it clean since I'm hardly here, right? That's the idea, anyway.
After the hot, sticky start to the summer, we've dropped back into typical temperatures, which have been lovely . . . at least for me, working down by the lake. Up here, at Swamp River Ridge, it's still been warm during the days, but the night temperatures have been dropping down into the 40s . . . LOVELY for sleeping! The mosquitoes have even seemed to ease up a titch (knock on wood). It's been a few days since I've had to sleep underneath that mini tent . . . although I should have pulled it over me this morning. Instead, I pulled the covers over my head . . . which only really succeeded in making me feel as though I was suffocating.
The blueberry blossoms (above) show real promise of a good harvest this year.
Check out this camouflage, will you?
Without cheating by skipping ahead, do you see the bee on the center blossom?
Yeah, well, s/he's NOT the one so perfectly hidden by Mother Nature! Isn't that AMAZING?! Anyone who knows me knows that I HATE spiders, but this one was actually beautiful (and not black, so that helped)! And, I was so wowed by the camouflage that I had to share it.
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly . . . .
