We still have infrequent night visiting wrens. Most of the time I don't even obsessively watch the dusk deepen in hopes to catch tiny bird settling in for the night.
These bits of nature are what keeps me interested if not actually as garden crazed as when temps are below 80°.
Summer is hard on us all. Aging knees, back or hands seem to be a good excuse to put off quick dressing and slipping out before hubby wakes.
That said, there are still things of beauty in the garden.
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