Every day at the farm now, it seems like we have an hourly cat interlude. Lunch is a total free-for-all. You got cats trying to eat jelly, cats rubbing against galls on box elder trees, cats trying to get your attention by meticulously weaving their claws into your flesh as they climb up your pants leg, cats leap-frogging one another, cats sleeping on rocks and gazing distrustingly at you as you take forty-six thousand pictures of them with your phone while they’re simply trying to BE.
So here’s some pictures of those cats.
This evening I thought I’d try to spend a little bit of time in the shade garden. The garden that got it all started. Now I do what I can to maintain all of them. But this is the one I started a few years ago and that is growing by fits and starts. It’s in the front yard. The front yard has taken a big back seat to the back yard, with the new vegetable garden. But my little shade garden will always have a special place in my heart.
Eventually the mosquitoes got too bad and they chased me inside. I wanted to take more pictures of the bee balm, though. I brought it inside and took pictures of it against the screen door. I can’t pick one.