What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer

the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.  ~Gertrude Jekyll

 

Ahh, summer. The heat, the storms, the fireflies, the smell of fresh cut grass and sweet watermelon.

I drove up the mountain in the convertible, with the top down.  It was a beautiful day. Stopped at Nemocolin Woodlands resort and spa to take some photos of the animals there, but being behind two fences,one electric, I couldn’t get the shots I wanted.

 

Some flowers

 

I did manage to get some good photos at my feeder this week