



The cheese line

Crab Spider on the Spider Lily


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

A golden sunrise
With the exception of the golden sunrise, this post has All Beavers & Cats.

Don’t look now, Bertha, but there is a stupid paparazzo over there on the other side of the river voyeurizing us.
Avocados, Tomatoes, Loki



Three beavers, two snuggling, on the river bank at dusk.



Spunk thinks he is cuter than any stinking beaver.






Wynona grooming on the bank at dusk.






Many Faces of Silver with Avocados and Tomatoes.