Unbidden

Road repairs on route 22. Another man attempted to direct traffic by making unintelligible hand signals, getting annoyed when Grant failed to comprehend.

A large hole had been excavated in the road and one supposes that the culverts are being replaced. We run into roadworks a lot these days. At least it’s a sign that someone has their eye on the infrastructure. Many of our roads are in fairly bad shape.

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The price of gas/petrol has gone up another 45 cents per gallon since I last noticed (recently) and apart from the price, I wonder how responsible it is to be doing any unnecessary driving, if shortages are as dire as reports would have us believe. The government has not advised conservation, nor warned of such possibilities, but that is no comfort at all, since we have the most incompetent government in this country’s 250 year history.

One day (soon?), I expect to go to the supermarket and find nothing there.

Will our staying home 24/7 do anything to avoid such a scenario? Doubtful.

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A brief excursion to Vermont seemed not too irresponsible.

A short path through the woods gave us access to a babbling brook which was very pleasant except that vicious and oversized mosquitoes fell upon us.

So we did not loiter!

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At Hidden Valley, I got out to take pictures of wild flowers.

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A very large bee was feeding on clover.

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Daisies and meadow hawkseed lined the road’s edge.

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And a little way off, wild roses were in bloom. I could not venture close enough for a decent photo because I had no desire to encounter ticks.

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While I will not call it boring, of all months, I perhaps find June the least exciting.

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At this time of year the light seems very flat, though this is hardly a problem when driving through dense woods.

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Or when pausing to converse with curious onlookers.

It is always a very limited exchange.

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Back home, I took pictures of the spirea.

A small pot plant when we purchased it, now 6 feet tall and 12 feet wide.

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Bees swarm to it, but the blooms last such a very short time.

The garden has become a mad tangle that I long ago gave up attempting to control.

Apart from the spirea, flowers that I plant do not prosper, so I embrace the variety which arrives unbidden…

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White campion, for example.

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Many kinds of clover.

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Each flower a work of art.

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A couple of really tiny flowers:

And Lily-flower, grazing on the grass to cleanse her digestive system.

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