If you passed under the honeysuckle, you’d be in heaven.
Not the clove-scented vine on the west-facing deck but the one over the pergola leading into the garden, sweet and light. All day it was loud with bees.
And just home from a swim in the lake, John wandered up to see if the Columbia lilies are in bloom. He heard peeping. Look up, look up, to the small box on the fir tree beyond the copper beech where this year’s chickadee are getting ready to fly! (At this moment, they’re camera-shy.)
With so much love. (I wish you were here.)
...Theresa Kishkan 