Franklin’s got me by the camera strap. My only purpose is to play with him, in his view. (He’s mewing at me now after playing fetch the wadded up paper with hubs for the last half hour.)
I promised wisteria . . .
but there wasn’t much of it out our way this year, and health problems have made it harder for me to get to town.
All the wisteria is gone now.
The forest is going gangbusters.
I’m going to need a new camera. A few months back, bedazzled by the spring light, I stepped out to take photos moments before the hubs lost control of the garden hose. The camera and I got soaked. I dried it off but gradually it began to turn itself off now and then, and I don’t think it focuses as well and I know something’s amiss. I need to learn so much more about taking pictures any way. Replacing it will take time because things happen slowly in my world. And learning something new and digital has become more of a challenge for me.
It’s strange up there in the trees . . .
I love the plush depth of the wild-growing woods.
Franklin wonders why he can’t go out there.
I think it’s a Tiger Swallowtail, not sure. Franklin would probably chase these if he went outside. Much larger fauna might chase him.
In other news,
Iris came to town!
There was always something underfoot!
I think someone got this with the lawn mower.
This might have just up and happened, or it may have been knocked down during an evening of strong winds. Not sure. Iris doesn’t last long, it’s gone now.
“I came from town!” says Franklin.
“You did Frankie! But you didn’t have your chair in town, or anyone to purr with.”
“True that. Puurrrrrrrr.”
Stay tuned, it’s industrial strength green out there now.