Adelaide and I spent a lot of time sitting on the front porch, reading and sipping iced coffee (which can I just say is half milk with a heavy dollop of creamer, and it's a small glass full of ice, so just back off, mother-hating, caffeine-eschewing antagonists) (turns out I'm also a tad defensive today. Huh.), because June was bee-you-ti-full, at least until it started raining and never ever stopped <insert requisite diluvial joke here>.
And when the cats and dogs started a-comin' down, we moved ourselves indoors.
We also forced reading upon others, me via this blog, Adelaide via the prisoners she calls toys.
Caedmon spent an alarming amount of time staring at his hands, which was a little worrisome until he told me he was trying to "get my fingers to do the fing that Spider-Man does when he shoots out his web."
This is not, in fact, how Spider-Man do, but I just have to ask: Can you do this? His ring finger is lying flat against his palm, his other four digits are extended straight, and he doesn't appear to be in any pain, which is all the opposite of what happens when I try and contort my hand in just such a fashion.
Our June was, of course, full of flowers, as we are not heathens. Hello, peonies.
Hello, Huning lily.
These lilies, transplanted from Kansas to our fertile Iowa soil, have spread several feet in both directions and are seemingly intent on backyard domination. I'll have to divide them next year, if anyone's in the market for ditch lilies.
Hello, Asiatic lilies.
Hello, scrumptious basil and vivid coleus.
Halloo, zucchini jungle.
Hello, spider in my sunflower.
|You'll have to click to embiggen in order to see the spider and his web.|
The boys spent mucho time golfing in the backyard.
|That's a lovely golfer's tan you're wearing, Derek.|
I became a bit obsessive over the birds nesting in our front yard.
Look at their wittle grumpy faces. Haven't they grown?
You know what almost all these photos have in common? GREEN. They're all so green! Time is racing by, and I'm trying to enjoy how lush it is outside without panicking a bit at the thought that every day we're a bit closer to the white wasteland that is winter. You know, just to end this post on a positive note.