hot hot hot
I fed and pruned the roses and other flowering bushes. I am way late for feeding them, should have put a post-it about it on my forehead. As I cut back dead branches and tied up the hydrangea, I found a chrysalis. I think it’s a swallowtail, but I don’t know what type. We get a lot of swallowtails around here, state butterfly and all.
I think I mentioned before that I didn’t realize the sprig was spliced with pink when I bought it. The little pink bloom smells like cinnamon, too, but in a different way, a larger, more mellow scent, not as sharp as the white blossoms. Kind of like when I used to take a fireball out of my mouth as a kid once it was licked white and my tongue was on fire – after I drank something to cool my tongue.
Besides the chrysalis surprise, I found something Lucy left in the yard. She’s been digging a lot lately because we have moles, again. She left me a present of a dead one by the deck.
Well, I”m too hot to write much more. How’s the weather where you are?