Along with the blackberries, the honeysuckles are blooming too. Oh, the sweetness of them! I can never resist a little sip. And, no doubt, I was not the first to do so, for when the honeysuckles bloom, the hummingbirds all but abandon the feeders to feast in the delight of these fragrant flowers. It is no mystery where the little hummers go for it happens every year at this time.
The streams of water and the ponds are full to overflowing from recent rains. What a blessing water from the sky is. When out doing chores earlier with The Boss man, of course, we drove past the upper pond admiring the fullness of it, when up from the north end there was a flapping of wings...Darn, the great blue heron! And, I wasn't even ready, wasn't even thinking about him, really. I aimed my camera, almost too late, but got a glimpse of him disappearing into the dark rain clouds overhead. I am taking notes...Great Blue Heron still here on this date. Will they go north? And if they do, when will they go?
Some of the animals here in the Ozarks love being out on a rainy day, and some do not. Newest Kitty does not. She does not like to get her feet wet. When she came to meet me today at feeding time, she raised first one foot and them another in such a sweet feminine little way. She lives in the horse barn. A small feed room there, where she has a dry bed of hay, is a wonderful home for a kitty. She seems to be contented living there, yet, I tell her that someday I might take her home with me to live in the sewing room where her feet would never get wet again. But, The Boss man tells me that it is meant that cats should live in barns.