June is a verb

I get it now. Each year, the sudden lurch into high activity rather surprises me, as the year turns Spring into Summer. Perhaps it's the heat or the furious plant growth or the summer solstice that alters our pace, I don't know. But today it dawned on me, something which I never learned in English class: that June is a verb. That's what we've been doing these last few weeks: Juning!


Homestead reports:
H&M- living it up

Guest room- enjoying lots of company

Tomatoes- fattening
Cucumbers- climbing, first one was delicious
Cosmos and Lupines- coming!
Canoes- dripping
Mercedes- drinking gallons and gallons of inky fluids, trying not to get dehydrated.

Look about you

This is the name of a clever play by Anonymous, written in the 1500's. M&I enjoyed a production of it at a local theatre earlier this year. If nothing else though, I like its advice.

When I was looking about me today, there were two very exciting sightings:

This explains the morning carpentry sounds outside our bathroom window:

I learned that they are cardinal eggs! Here is the Mama (picture take through a screen):

And then at lunch on the back deck, M remarked on a blue- feathered bird at the edge of the wheat field. I gasped when I looked through our scope:

An Indigo Bunting! I've always heard of but have never spotted one of these dazzling and slightly frumpy birds. Now in our own back yard.