A couple of weeks after the onions and garlic came in, the potatoes were ready for digging, despite being grown out of season. One still has its umbilical cord attached.
The first pint of blackberries is here — there are many more pints to be picked, however, protection from the brambles’ thorns is in order.
King of all he surveys.
An Eastern Towhee maintains a watch high in a tree, while a tree frog seeks the cool shade in the 100 degree heat.
A 102-degree day on the mountain didn’t slow down members of the insect population from making their appointed rounds. Yellow was the color of the day.
Sunday was a wonderful day for photography, not to mention black fly and mosquito bites. Certainly a case of the more you look, the more you find.
Better known as butterfly weed, this native Arkansan was making its home in the filtered light understory on the south side of our ridge, not far from one of the deer paths.
The first fruits of this year’s wild blackberry crop were ready for picking. Styling three berries IS a challenge. Eating them is not, though they will make a really small cobbler.
Last week’s storms bent the stem of this sunflower, but didn’t break it.