I’ve been seeing dragonflies almost every day lately. (It was almost exactly a year ago that I had a close encounter of the green darner kind.)
I wonder who dropped these? I wonder how I even managed to see these dragonfly wings, tucked among some grass in the garden as I pulled weeds one evening. Finding them felt like finding a small, bittersweet gift.
Do you see a little feline face anywhere?
I relented this morning and let the cats out into the back yard this morning before the extreme heat gets the better of us all this afternoon. Yesterday they spent almost all day indoors and I felt bad for them.
Fortunately, they seem to know better than to lie in the heat, choosing instead to find a cool, shady place to relax. Farley’s favourite place to settle in used to be, ironically, beneath the Red Osier Dogwood.
Recently he’s been settling himself under the broad green leaves of this Sum and Substance Hosta, instead.
I will always maintain that no garden is complete without a cat or two tucked among the plants.