~The First Bolero~
Out first thing this morning with camera in hand to capture the first Bolero to bloom. I love these things. As you can see, they're lilies; the color is exquisite. They were a gift from my daughter years ago now. Yes, I talk about them every June. Without fail.
So there I was, in my pjs when suddenly the whir of a helicopter broke the early morning silence din of cawing crows. I have spared you the crazy angles of all the missed shots. I do hate to make a reader nauseous. Success at last when it broke between the treeline and the house.
~The Invader~
John came out wondering why our home was being targeted. "They've been flying around this house for a long time. Good thing we weren't having our coffee out there!" This makes me laugh. I can't figure out how some men think.
Whatever they're doing, they're not done yet because they just flew right over the top of us again. Does this ever happen in your corner?
A happy weekend to you...more gardening here.
