

Gwendolyn was not too sure about the above view.

Iceberg

“Talk to the tail, Gwendolyn!”

Sunset

The sky cleared up quickly yesterday afternoon, so I got to see the sliver moon after all.
While riding my bike this afternoon, I stopped and moved a Hognose snake off the road. I didn’t bother to photograph it. If I had, I would have been obliged to post photos of it, but since I had a very unpaparazzo moment and moved the snake without making it pose for photos, Linda and Herman lucked out.

One of our orchids bloomed. It is not common for us to have orchids rebloom.

Spunk napping in the shade of a trumpet vine
Gwendolyn: “I know you like Heavy Metal, Paparazzo! I like Heavy Cardboard. Death to all but Cardboard!”


Gwendolyn shadow jugging


White lilies

Can you guess what’s in the iron skillet?

Box hugger Sasha keeping me from taking out the boxes I broke down.

Can you guess what’s on the plates?

Sasha: “If you wanted to see more clearly, you could have used the binoculars!”
Spider lily

Spunk: “Who are you calling a ‘Tart?’ Paparazzo Moroncy. Keep your cherries to yourself!”


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