Hydrangea blooming will be happening soon.
First, my thoughts are with the Danforth this morning after the tragic events of last night. The Danforth, aka Greektown, is an area we visit often. It is especially known for its annual Taste of the Danforth festival, and I find this deeply troubling. We’re still waiting to learn the Why?.
We had some.
It’s good for the flowers. The grass. The farmers. Even the bees and wasps were drinking out of the birdbath last week.
Much to my delight, we have a bird couple — a pair of cardinals — frequenting the birdbath this year. And a robin who is getting all the worms.
Fruit flies. We have them. Seriously.
This means war!
So I threw a quarter of a lime in a pint jar with a
teaspoon small blob of strawberry jam. Squeezed some slime juice over that and covered it with plastic wrap. Poked a few tiny holes in there with the tip of the electronic oven thermometer — because that’s how we roll — and set it on the counter.
Small life living.
And Monday is in the house.