Not very many of these old wood barns still stand in my part of the world. So many have been knocked down and burned up in order to free up a few thousand (sometimes a few more hundred) more square feet for growing a cash crop. I have driven past this one for almost ten years, and hold my breath every time I drive in its direction.
The sun was little more than an orange-red disk on this hazy, smoky, foggy morning.
Our municipality’s Council recently approved a bylaw amendment to allow naturalized areas in residential areas.
Don’t tell anyone (shhhh), we have had naturalized areas in our yard for years now. This bed in our front yard is full of Purple Coneflower (background), Tickseed (foreground), and Gaillardia (out of the frame). While I can broaden my knowledge of insects in general and pollinators in particular, I am certain our yard is friendlier to pollinators than that of almost all of our neighbours who have (mostly) turfgrass and imported ornamentals.
We also let dandelions go, probably to our neighbours’ chagrin.
A blazing white orb sets the tone for a hot and humid summer day.
Faye and me recently met friends. All of us had the great good fortune to enjoy a lovely sunset.
This is a close-up of the terrain on Lucy’s back and hip.
Forget-me-nots are among my most favourite flowers.
An interesting weather phenomenon occurred. This cumulus had enough convection to create precipitation; however the precipitation appeared to evaporate before reaching the ground, a condition known as virga. I suspect that a brief sprinkle occurred at ground level, if that.
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