summer berries, summer Flora, another day

Berry season - they are so good this year. I think that I will make a granma cake with heavy cream - berries on top and eat all of it all by myself, saving Dennis from a diabetic comma. Thoughtful that way.

Violets are plump.
 

Volunteers on the deck still going strong, Not sure how mint decided to move in so closely with chives but  there you go. They seem to like each other. And the ghost nettles have returned having become tired due to lack of rain. Enthused now and full of bees. Could be the positivity of the Harris campaign and the VP choice, whom is loveable, trustworthy  and so DAD! Plants know things.

It's BACK!!!

Yesterday a perfect Flora day- this is one of her paintings and the artist with a bag of cookies.

Remember when she was a larvae? Her eyes were brilliant bright blue? Now  green, like her Mom's and absolutely the most stunning eyes up close I have ever seen- kaleidoscope  components! Lovely child.

She had plans for the day, first there was a cow that needed some medical attention, the  lighter was a "water bottle". The cow will live but has to spend a day on her side.

A stick  was found by the side of the shed.

Flora knew exactly what to do , dig a hole, maybe start building a  fence, or just make sure that it is upright for some  gravity experiment. Science...

 "I touched a BUG". 

There was a family of pill bugs  living near the stick. She  called the touched bug "Tiny  Tiny."  Because that is his name.

Getting back home from  work she had to take the slide hi-way head first, veered right ended up  in the lake at the side of the road.

We never did get the dishes done, but we did manage to get  soaked to the bone.  Flora informed me that she does not have bones. I believe everything she tells me. She put her pants on like a shrug and declared herself a butterfly -" of course you are"- "I have to find my babies" off she flew and found two of her babies after a lengthy search ( about five seconds) - one baby was a nursing pad,one was a wet wipe, she put them to bed in  her books.

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One female and many males...this large plant will make ONE squash after all of this fuss. The purple balls will never be tomatoes , they are very hard and do not seem to be growing plumper, They are Quarter  and dime sized, just taking up space , like the  massive showy male blossoms.  The squash flower boys are as large as Dennis's hand.

 The flowers are nice. 

Marigolds large fist sized, look like an Indian festival, don't they?

sad purple balls.