The snake (Northern water snake) in the greenhouse has found love. (Note the sweetly entwined tails.)
The goslings by the river are flourishing -- pre-teens by now and probably driving their watchful parents crazy.
And swimming dogs have drawn pretty spirals though the water meal - the tiny weed blanketing our pond.
The corn and beans in the garden are up; rhododendron and irises fading, roses coming on strong. The days are long -- but not long enough. I'm off.
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