Walking Cubby , I pass my friend's house, She is one of two in the no eyebrow club, of which I am the other member. We met years ago when I worked for her husband at Toad Hall , an organic hippie pizza and home made root beer place, where if you did not have enough cash for food it was given to you. Back in the good old days.
Anyway, My friend's mock orange , filling the entire block with a divine fragrance, has grown unbelievably high!
You can barely make it out high up in the massive tree next to it.
Cubby is only six year old, still likes to play but walking is minimal.
He runs out of gas readily, good thing he only weighs as much as a bag of sugar, I carry him for a good portion of the walk.
He rests in tall cool grass when ever he gets the chance.
Admittedly it has been very warm for the past couple of days...I think it got up to 69-70.
a real scorcher
Missed the fire pokers when they were at their best.
These are the sad left overs.
Garlic in my friend's garden, robust!
Happy leaves of a mystery bush.
My favorite pallet- sap green, gamboge, lake red and burnt sienna...lovely colors.
so, there you go, another rather uneventful walk, in the god awful heat!
(I hear you rolling your eyes)