Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstacy
Give all you have been, or could be. –
~ Emily Dickenson
The bees at their favorite birdbath for water — we think they like the little grooves –less chance of drowning
The barn swallows are back in the garage — two eggs so far …. Bob didn’t want to keep them out which we could have done by keeping the door closed…. I guess I like them too, right there where we can see them but also right over the door into the house 🙄
Bob mowed the prairie since we were unable to get a permit to burn — Justin from Prairie Restorations said the DNR was busy with the fires up north… so we cut it short (bad idea) since it then left piles of hay (with nice prairie seeds in it, though) — but Bob, the farmer, worried it would smother the little plants growing up so he harvested and took it to the upper meadow.