“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment.” ― Georgia O’Keeffe
A rare thing happened here in my corner of Texas. We were gifted with a mild July. Usually by this point in summer, the dreaded dome of high pressure has firmly planted itself over the region, deftly deflecting any wayward “cold fronts” and pushing the mercury over the century mark. But this year, we have had unseasonably cool temperatures – afternoon highs in the high eighties and low nineties with morning lows in –*gasp*– the sixties.
It was almost like autumn.
So, what do you do when you are treated to fabulous weather in the middle of the summer? Go to the Arboretum and take pictures of bugs, of course.
On a sad note: It seems August will not be unseasonably cool. Today’s high: 103.
It’s spring time in Texas. That means fields and fields of glorious Texas Bluebonnets. In the last couple of weeks, I’ve been out to take photos in my favorite field. Flipping through the fruits of my labor, I discovered a recurring theme.
Lots and lots of bees.
Who knew I liked bees some much?