I’m envious Pan. I can barely get the lawn to look good.

These are absolutely beautiful Pan! You are so blessed to live out in such a beautiful area! You're a hard worker and it sure pays off!

Matter's Knot: I'm not sure why we have no chimpmunks, seen a couple about twenty years ago in the woods, coyotes maybe, habitat, my favorites are Chip and Dale; when the Queen and I wiggle our fingers like cheerleaders at a ballgame, and remark, "spirit fingers" then yeah, it's a Chip and Dale day.

I'm sorry about you losing your apex predator, that is the reason we do not raise corn; Otis has gotten old, used to wear the rows out on patrol, barely hand to weed, sooo, heck, if you lose your apex predator and dog is getting old, what's a kind hearted man supposed to do?

Cool about the hawks; I sit out late, one comes around as the lightning bugs begin; tried to take some pictures the last two nights, did a SORRY job.

Smiling, laughing about the Quality of Mercy, and heck yea, it is not strained, but "TWICE BLESSED".

And now, this:

"I was in Mercy, Australia, recently and was served tea made from the hair of a koala bear."

"You're kidding! How was it?"

"Oh, it was awful. It was filled with koala hair!"

"Well, you know, the koala tea of Mercy is not strained."

Up here, smack dab between the 42nd and 43rd parallel, where we're typically well into April before winter finally and reluctantly releases its grip, cleome assumes all its glory right about now, first week in July. And so I've long associated those bursts of red, pink and white with fireworks.

Plus, they smell like pot, which I like.