Friday at last

 Buzzzzzzzz. It's Friday. Buzzzzzz.Goes the bee. Buzzzzzzzz. Go a lot of bees. On the lavender.  It's  a tad early this year. I will have to watch it carefully, because usually I'm harvesting it in June. The bees seem to have grown in number. They are very busy and very focused.

 The butterfly lavender is prolific right now. I prefer to wait for the dark lavender. The kind that smells like shelf paper in an old house....strong and heady.

 And the poppies are opening at last. Not pelted with rain, like last year. Sog and more sog. The poppies were practically destroyed within days of blooming. This year the centres look like anenomes, instead of mush.They even move in the wind instead of hanging with wet, torn petals.

 The Columbine. It marches down the hill in groups. It tends to grow wildly here and there. Sporadic in its flowering, until this year. It was  all but destroyed in the rain last May and June. Its colour washed out. This year dark violet against the green leaves.

Purrrrrr.....

 And standing perfectly still, at last,  are Smokey and Spencer. Naughty little kittens. I think they have lost their mittens........they tear around like fireflies, batting at moths and bees.

Purrrr..............

Everything slowing down to a lazy pace at last.......................