It was heavenly last night as it went down into the 40's-wonderful to sleep with the windows open and no air conditioner-the way U.P. summers are supposed to be. Wild Monarda (bee balm) grows one road over from the farm. As much as I have identified and photographed wildflowers in the past 40 years, I have never seen it anywhere else. Much smaller than what I grow here at the farm, but longer lasting and a beautiful light purple. Going to and from work every morning and evening is a special color show from Spring until Fall, when the last Aster is hit by frost. I sent Eric a text with a picture of three buck in velvet (two 4 pointers and 1 spike) behind my back fence, while the dogs were barking their asses off behind the sliding glass door. I think the week he comes for Archery season is his favorite time of the year. He loves it here and equally loves hunting whitetails with a crossbow.
He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life in fruitless efforts. ~Samuel Johnson