A ghost of a storm to the north… clouds in the shape of a storm, but so thin you can see right through them. Instead of thunder, I hear sprinklers – nervous, jittery sprinklers.
Since our liatris seeds didn’t amount to anything this spring, I bought a plant and put it in the ground this morning. The monarda plants I bought a while back
finally have a bud – one bud – but more should be coming soon.
I cleared the weeds around my long-neglected giant rock
, and discovered that a hive of yellow jackets has made their home in the hole. They weren’t too happy about the weeds being cut, but otherwise they seem alright. I think I’ll leave them alone. The rock can wait.