I went out looking for a sunset. I thought the sun was going to peek out from under the moody clouds and light them up with glowing colors.
That did not happen.
But I did find plenty of colors right at my feet!
The wild Passion flower just growing at the edges.
A photo bomb from Harry. No he didn’t die, he just got a summer cold and got in something horribly greasy that he tried to lick off his coat and completely lost his meow for 3 days and was brought back to life with lamb fat, raw liver bits and a little charcoal on the off chance that whatever the greasy stuff was, was something poisonous.
Then he got the baths… He didn’t like that. Not one bit. But he was nice about it. Just very dejected that I’d treat him that way.
He’d rather not talk about the two baths.
Purple cone flower. And, I was just told by an adorable little girl in a homemade crocheted dress with a tulle skirt “They’re not purple!” I had to agree. So we decided to call them Echinacea.
Double checked for a sunset, nope, not tonight.