June Update

The first of our zinnia blooms. Sweet in pink and orange, one of my favorite color combinations.


The completion of the pour. Needs a bit of cleaning up and shaping up, but the hardest part is done. No more rough or muddy track behind the deck, and we have a lovely surface to run the lawn mower to the back yard.

He Reads Me Like a Book

My little dog, Otis, knows me too well. This morning I put his food in the dish and sat down at my computer, but he continued to watch me with an expression I know. "Will there be anything else you desire from me, O light of my world?" he asks. Love before food is his motto. Me, I slip on the wrist protectors I wear when I write, and Otis turned to begin his breakfast.

June Rain

Squalls shake the Basho
tree -- all
night my basin echoes rain.


-Basho

Well Said

Saw this signature on the forums I visit:

Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther King could walk, Martin Luther King walked so Barack Obama could run, Barack Obama ran so all the children could fly.

Lilies Expectant

Like these zinnias, the face of Rivergarth is turned toward summer and the light.

Poppies are perfect...

and pretty with purple.

Which is the loveliest and sweetest-smelling of chicken coops? The one at Rivergarth draped in honeysuckle.

Summer lilies poised to pop.

Is there anything more beautiful than morning dew on the tomato leaves?

Only this, a baby tomato, fat with potential.