And the neighbour who promised to keep my garden watered was as good as his word. The leaves are green and glowing, the hostas are blooming, so are the foxgloves, the hydrangea, the creeping jenny, and all the rest. Even the houseplants I set outside while the weather is warm:
Christmas cactus. In the rain.
The little family of chickadees is practicing togetherness and choral dee-dee-deeing.
The old swimming hole.
The squirrels have found the bucket of sunflower seeds that I just refilled:
Hi! Glad you're back!
The spiders are in their places, there are snails on the hostas, and a family of harvestmen have established themselves on the wall behind the lemon balm.
Missing a leg. Good thing he has eight.
And ... we got down to the beach, for the first time in three weeks. Ahhhh!
Little green crab.
And lugworm poop.
It's good to be home!