The squirrel food is ready.
The last of the back-patio flowers
The pile of trimmings is growing. Damn, over the 20-years that I lived here I sure planted a bunch of trees on this quarter-acre. Be it near or far, if there was something I didn't want to look at for the rest of my life I planted a tree between it and me.
Spring and summer certainly breezed by in a hurry. Life is akin to a roll of toilet paper, the closer you are to the end the faster it spins away.