There is a rambling three-sided shed on our new property.
It was obviously the domain of the former man of the house--who gave up the task of clearing it out before he and his wife moved, leaving a dismal welter of old paint cans, bits of discarded fishing gear, dented buckets, all of which we shall have to deal with at some point.
I try not to venture in, but was lured to a closer view of this bird's nest, unoccupied, but rather cannily situated in an old cupboard.
I think it may have been created by a barn swallow.
I took this photo while standing near our mailbox. It was perfect haying weather [two weeks ago] and the billowing clouds riding a bright blue sky above the tidily mown meadow add up to as lovely a June day as one could imagine.
Sunday morning was showery prompting the boy cats to abandon trolling the meadow for mice.
I keep an old towel on the chest of drawers near my desk--just for damp cats in need of a resting spot.
Nellie has the ability to roll up and look nearly boneless.
Nellie, a bit muddy, sleeping so blissfully that he ignored my camera.
It rained much of the day Sunday.
We spent the afternoon working at the other house, returning in the damp greeness of early evening.
After a fierce shower the sky lightened for a few minutes before darkness closed in for the night.
I admired the spill of pink achillea in front of the porch--flopping now and many of the flower heads fading to a blushed white.
The man who rents the neighboring pasture for his beef cattle was mowing off thistles and weeds when we left at noon. As night came on his cattle browsed peacefully in the cut-over area.
A beautiful sunset to end the day.
The magnolia tree, a dark silhouette against the glowing sky.