This evening, the last two amaryllis buds have opened, giving us a total of five, evenly spaced around the stalk. In full flower, it is regal and elegant.
Jenny picked up a second bat house, just in case our first bat has more friends than his house can handle.
Thunder and lightning, and beautiful, beautiful rain. I heard on the news that the thunderheads were topping out over 40,000 feet. I love being that deep under water – fluid, blue-green light and overwhelming pressure just about to drop.
Today I dragged four tarp-loads of perfect dry oak leaves from a neighbor’s rose bed to our yet-to-be flower bed. I have to give a quick note of appreciation to our neighbors. In the two and a half years that we’ve been here, they’ve been more than tolerant – a little bemused, maybe, or even downright nice – whenever I’ve come by with my strange requests, for their Christmas trees, and now for their yard "waste." Good neighbors are a real treat.