Another day, another sunset. (yawn)


The view from my workshop.


Hummingbird moth at the lantana.


Current reading.


For several minutes this afternoon a hawk sat on the edge of my bird bath, scanning the yard. Alone of all the smaller animals a hummingbird went about its business, sampling the late flowers. There is a motivational speech in there somewhere but I’d need more coffee to make it.


New lazy susan.


Score one for traditionalist woodworkers.




Every morning when I come outside I take a minute to watch the bees on the bush sage. This morning it is cooler and they look a little lethargic. The same thing happens every year, but it’s still fascinating.