The new fence looks wonderful.  Ricky T. and Travis raked and cleaned the whole area before measuring, cutting, and installing the new fence. It doesn't look like much in this photo but it's neatly done and I am so pleased. The past couple of days we've been experiencing the last cold front, the blackberry winter.  Thunderstorms that rattled windows and shook the house like an earthquake brought 40 degree nights again and daytime temperature around mostly cloudy 60 degree days.  Breezy and chilly compared to what it was.  Actually, more comfortable for exerting work outside. I bought two flaming azaleas from Spud's fresh fruit and vegetable stand not far from the house.  Yesterday I dug a bowl in the wet clay to plant one.  Fenced it in before the deer could smell the blooms.  Giving my writs and hands a rest today.  Will plant the other one tomorrow.  

Once they are established and have some height deer won't pay attention to them.

 These were here when we purchased this place and are all over the acreage. Friday night's rain brought 1/4" hail.  One crash of thunder woke me from a sound sleep with rattling windows and shaking the house.  It felt like an earthquake.  Basil leaves were ripped and some of the flower blossoms fell off the newly planted flowers down in the garden.  Air feels much cleaner now for a few days.  Of course, this set up the weeds and green growth so I'll be starting the weed whacking when it dries.  Hopefully I can keep it mostly under control.  

Just a simple photo of a small vase a dear friend gave me for substituting her yoga class.  I pinched off 3 wild daisy for the vase.  The cow was my mother's and the puppy on the rock was made by John in elementary school. 

Wisteria in full bloom and full of bumble bees.  It's a shame this beauty only lasts a short time and only blooms once a year.

I'm going to plant this comfrey herb down in the small patch by the yoga deck.  It'll be a test plant to see if deer find it edible.  Some leaves have a texture that deer don't like.  They don't touch my large sage or rosemary bushes.
 

Birds have been pulling the alpaca wool for their nests.  One day when I was sitting on the back porch reading I watched a titmouse sit on the wire cage and pull a mouthful of wool, enough to also carry in his little feet then fly off to the nest.  

Time for me to head to the "wine porch" and chat with a few ladies for an hour.  We won't be sitting outside today.  We meet at Libby's house as Frank's dementia is progressing and it's easier for her to welcome us in to her living room.