Yesterday I bought some flowers to put into pots around the yard and for the front porch steps. Today my plan was to get them all potted.


I gathered up my gardening gloves, trusty trowel, soil, and pots and prepared to dig right in. Then I saw this:

Oh, dear. Slight snag given that I don’t ‘do’ power tools. I am not at all tool-inclined. In fact, I’m a bit dangerous in that department. My hands get clammy just thinking about it.

Caution: stand well back

Stupid, I know, and right now I can see my friend Linda out there laughing away at my trepidation over picking up a drill to make a few holes. When Rick called I told him of my dilemma. Jeez, Lynne,  just drill the hole. You can do it, he said. Could I? If he had confidence in me, well ... sure, why not. I’ll give it a go. What’s the worst thing that could happen? I drill right through my foot? Best not to think of what could go wrong.

I picked up the big orange monster and chose a drill bit. It took me a few minutes to figure out how to change out the bits, but it was simple. Look out pots, here I come!!!

In a matter of seconds the first hole was done. Huh, is that all there is to it? What was I so afraid of? Now I felt really stupid for having made such a big deal over it. I drilled the other three holes and felt disappointed that there weren’t more. I can see more power tools in my future. Just don’t get too close when I’m wielding one…

As I potted the geraniums and was taking out the plant tags, I noticed that even though they all appeared to be the same color of red, one of them was different. Take a look:

How very apropos. Just like me; another Rocky Mountain transplant. I hope this little geranium’s roots take hold and it flourishes in its new home; just like I have done over the past year.

What lies beyond yon wild rose-bedecked bower?

Yesterday after the rain stopped, I took a walk around my yard with the baby camera. You never know what you might find. Come; join me ....

At first I thought these might be fireflies, but my hopes were dashed when I discovered they were not. I love how their wings are so transparent and diaphanous that the color of the flower comes through them, infusing them with yellow.

The flowers that are now blooming in the perennial beds were more than grateful for the moisture. They seem to be drinking it in through their petals. It’s always a surprise to me to watch the different plants bloom since it’s only the second year I’ve seen their cycles. They never disappoint.

Other creatures were out as well, doing their garden clean-up jobs.

[I don’t care for caterpillars and wormy things any more than you do, fellow reader, but they demanded to be included.]

I love how colors become more saturated and drenched after a nice rain.

Hmm ... which way do you think is North by looking at this tree?

And that, fellow reader, concludes our little garden walk. See you next time!<

P.S. For those of you not on the East Coast, ‘Barry’ is the name of the tropical depression/rain storm that swept up the coast and gave much needed relief to all.

I love fireflies. They don’t exist in Colorado, nor do they exist past a line somewhere mid-Kansas. No one seems to know why. I love having them around. Last year the first firefly we sighted was mid-June. The night before last I was letting a dog out and I swore I saw a firefly. By the time I called Rick to come and see, it was gone. Hallucination? Last night I was determined to sit outside to see for myself. Turns out, I was right! Please help me document the first firefly sighting of the season. Let firefly season begin!

Okay, they’re hard to see once the photo gets sized for the web, but trust me; they are there!

Do you know how hard it is to track a firefly in the dark? Trust, me; it’s not easy as the following video will prove. Watch for the tiny flashing light. My camera continues to amaze me!