Seriously, it just doesn’t get old.
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.
