It's 88 degrees. The yard has been mowed. The smell of fresh cut grass hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of the stargazers.
Pinks and reds have replaced the blues and purples of spring. Orange and yellow dot the landscape.
I've got them all over the yard. I'll buy more next spring. I missed my chance this year.
The hot pink Luna has joined the fray.
Turn of the Century is starting to get on my nerves. It's very floppy. This is the third year I've grown this plant and it just refuses to stand up. Maybe it needs more sun. The blooms are still worth it.
With a day off, and a high of 97 in the forecast with no rain, I'm heading to the lake. The parents brought it up yesterday. The challenge of photographing becomes more difficult. Do I want to show the firewood pile, or the big pink and cerulean boat parked in the driveway? What about the red of the truck. I think it clashes. Who cares? It's a boat. And yes, it will pull it out of the water at the end of the day, thank you very much.