



Well after sunset, ghost ducklings were out swimming in the ditch.





Sunset looked like the Tegelen vlag 1955. Tegelen is a municipality in the Netherlands. Herman might know something about Tegelen and its flags.





A pot full of name tags from all our roses that have died over the years, mainly due to late hard frosts.



Spunk meditating on a landing from a stairway to Heaven.

Gwendolyn: “What are you talking about, stupid Paparazzo? I just climbed a stairway to Heaven to get here! 🤬!” Sasha: “And I just climbed a stairway to purgatory to get here. 🤪!”

I wonder how many other people have bought and killed a Stairway To Heaven? It’s a gripping, dripping question.

Gwendolyn: “I think I see a stairway to Heaven through the microwave glass!”



Silly Silver and Spunk: “No comment!”

Sasha meditating on a question about electrolytes and hydration needed to climb a stairway to Heaven.


Pre-sunset sunset
Father’s Day was low-key. Tristan picked up a Pickle Pizza from Village Pizza. It’s the pizza of the month. It was a “big dill” and very good, also. Laurie made cookies, and we had chocolate “moose.” Tristan gave me a beautiful Bromeliad.

Father’s Day food in the making.

My Father’s Day gift from Tristan. It’s beautiful.

Spunk watching the dog from the safety of the hammock.

Oriental Lily

Sunset

Tiger Lilies in “weighting.”

Zoomed in on sunset

Morning sky. White hot flames.


There were six beavers on the other side of the bank, eating, grooming, and lounging around. It was dusk, so it was too dark to see them in the above photo. We could see them clearly with binoculars.



Spunk dreams

We had thunderstorms roll through this afternoon. We got 4/100 of an inch of rain. The temperature dropped from 92ºF (33.3ºC) to 68ºF (20ºC) in a matter of minutes.