Summer is slowly slipping by. The rose bed is in it's glory. Ella accidently ran over what we think was a baby pine martin. There was quite a ruckus. He seemed ok and went on his way. At first we thought it was a baby ermine, but the next day we say a pine martin in front of the cabin. A closer look at baby pine martin photos on the internet, shows that is probably what he was. You never know what will happen around here. The roses are really doing well. We've been getting about an inch or rain a week and somehow lucky enough to miss the hail that has pelted the hills. The saying, "the hum of bees is the voice of the garden" has been very true. The catmint in my front beds are in full bloom and loaded with every type of bee you could imagine. The same goes for my lambs ear. Meanwhile, the bumble bees are in love with my delphiniums.
Morden Sunrise above and below is Hansa below.
Below is the ever dependable Champlain Rose.
My last iris bloomed about the time the first of the pink roses started blooming.
I love how the windmill looks in the rain. Below is the strangest mushroom I've ever seen. I was out picking wild strawberries when a thunderstorm blew in out of nowhere. I was racing through the woods to the cabin before the rain hit, but had to stop when I saw this beautiful sight. It was so perfect. Despite the short photo shoot, I did make it home before the storm hit.
I found quite a few of these little beauties. Not enough for jam, which is too bad as it makes the most amazing vibrant jam you have ever tasted. I've only found one batch big enough about 15 years ago. My dog, Ezra, found them. I picked a hatful. The taste was forever summer. What taste to you equate with summer? Corn on the cob? Jam? Lemonade? Hope you have found time to hold on to the summer days and enjoy them while they last.