Who can tell....
Time flies, when the wild roses are in full bloom, the cusp of the year is not far off.
Mill Bay Shore line, pebbles, berms, stranded tree trunks, gulls at the waterline, dogs pouncing into the shallows, disrobed residents soaking up the sun.
My orange Azalea Bush is abuzz with bees, who are finally able to do what they are supposed to do: the flowers and bee-thing, and gathering lots of nectar to fill local honey jars.
Of course these guys patrol the garden, checking out the dish of cat food put out by my neighbour to help out a stray black tom, who roams around the community.
Ever so often the cat makes it before the bandits have found the tempting offering. A pair of crows hangs around as well, picking the right moment to steal the Fancy Food treat from both dinner guests.
And Millie came out of the water - again - for another look at her underpinnings.
Anybody home? Inspector banging away at the hull - I guess she will stay afloat...
Lowered back into her natural element.
Well, in a week or so, I may just be out there again, floating from isle to isle, and cove to cove, rowing my little dinghy to shore, wandering the beaches.....there are worse things one could do during summer.
