How can it be August already?
June and July raced by, filled with things both profound
and profoundly mundane, as usual.
Here's a recap:
A young woodpecker waited for his parents to bring him lunch.
(He seemed perfectly capable to me, but who am I to judge avian parenting styles?)
June garden discovery.
(The cat left it alone - I can't say the same for the opossum that we spied the next night.)
Coneflowers bloomed ...
... and wilted in August's heat.
And between the lines, life happened.
Doesn't it always?