I took the doggies for a nice walk yesterday. The weather was beautiful; gone are the 35C temps and humidex in the 40s. Yesterday we had my idea of perfect summer weather: sunny and warm with a little breeze.
Sophie is getting white in the face, but that's okay; it matches the grey starting to take over my hair!
Sophie and Tristan turn 10 this fall. I am considerably older! But maybe not in dog years.
The honeybees were out and about and I really like this shot of one of the girls on some wild parsnip:
Wild parsnip is considered a noxious weed and its sap can cause horrible blisters, but the bees love it. I have a friend who used to be a nurse (and I bet she's reading this! Hahaha!) who told me a story about a guy who went out and weed-whipped wild parsnip while wearing nothing but a Speedo. Let's just say he ended up in the hospital and was blistered in MANY places.
A happy bee! By the time a honeybee becomes a forager, she is nearing the end of her lifespan. Honeybees have various duties in the hive which change as they age. Becoming a field bee and going out to collect pollen and nectar is the last job a worker bee does. In summer, bees can live for about six weeks. Often they just wear out and die while out foraging. They're born, they work for the collective, then they die. No beach resort vacations and brelly drinks for them!
Humans are another story...
Tristan has really slowed down on walks. Yesterday we took a break halfway and I used him as a pillow.
He didn't seem to mind.
I found some wild black raspberries to snack on. Yum!
Tristan found them too. He and Sophie both love to eat raspberries off the bush.
Here's a pretty swamp milkweed...
And Spotted Jewelweed...
I swear that every year at this time, I take pictures of the same flowers and post them on my blog!
We are in a drought. It's dry, but not as bad as, say, Texas....
But the ground is dry and cracked and the soybeans and otebo beans are exactly thrilled. The local corn is definitely suffering and they are worrying about hay shortages this fall and winter, since many farmers may only be able to get one cut of hay instead of the usual two or three.
Even in our woodlot, the ground is bone dry.
Still, it looks like we might get some rain next week. Fingers crossed!
Have a happy weekend.