A hummer came for breakfast. So did cardinals. I wasted pixels chasing a tiger swallowtail with the camera. When I did catch it, the wrong branches of the cherry tree were in focus. The wild cherries were beginning to get red.
A great blue heron stalked the mud at low tide till a kayaker startled it. Dragonflies watched from dead saltbush branches. One was a great blue skimmer and the other a Needham's skimmer. The camera wanted to focus on the water. Four turtles soaked up sun on the lake snags.
Basilica spiders were all over the rue. I saw a bright metallic blue bee under the parsley, but it got away. And I rescued a drowning cicada killer.
A buckeye butterfly fed on the parsley. Another golden Needham's skimmer stayed low on the rosemary to avoid the wind and the wasps. Then a male Needham's showed up in all his red glory.
A Carolina wren seemed interested in the birdhouse in the camellia. The paper wasps were frustrated by the treated wood in the bench seat. A tired dragonfly landed on a chair back and refused to move.
I was worried about the mountainmint because it was getting pale. Turns out that happens before blooming. But now I'm not sure I got the right kind of mountainmint. What I got was clustered mountainmint. Common or Virginia mountainmint apparently has prettier flowers. And there are more mountainmints.
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