Summer Solstice

I'm not overly fond of being surrounded by all these tall trees until the dog days are upon us. They've been upon us since mid May this year. Now I am grateful for their shade.

The view from the deck is Jurassic. I wouldn't be surprised to see a T Rex stride by one day.

 My walking path is unwalkable. It's like cutting a path through the rain forest.

 The creek is stagnant. I have to remember to put out fresh water for the ferals and anything else that might need a cool drink.

The Mister's sand pit has sprouted ferns.

The hostas are getting ready to bloom.

 It won't be long before the deer eat them to the ground. The hostas on the edge of the woods are already gone.

Speaking of gone, the fig tree is history. It didn't survive the unusually cold winter.

Wherever we go, we have to step over hot kitties. They plaster themselves on the deck all day for a sun bath. Crazy cats.

 Odd bugs show up on a regular basis. This guy was on the deck for several days.

 The world is uggy buggy and terribly muggy.

You really have to watch where you walk.