Black Swallowtail in the Zinnias

The zinnias are blooming.
I moved two pots to the deck.
 Black Swallowtail found them.

I have kept the seedlings alive by watering every day.

We have food for the butterflies.

I awoke at 3am this morning to the sounds of thunder.
 It was lovely to fall back asleep to the sound
of glorious rain.

The morning was cool enough I was able to have coffee
on the deck with the birds.
Mother nature had watered the seedlings.

We are in transition. My world is changing.
I am grateful for each drop of rain we received.
I am happy we have food for the butterflies.

Drought on the Prairie

Each morning I carry water to the seedlings.

I make sure the birds and the bugs have plenty of water too.

It has been too hot for me to do Pond Watch.
I have not seen Dragonflies for six weeks.
I miss them so very much.

When I saw a male Twelve-spotted Skimmer land
on the kite sculpture I almost cried. A female flew in and the two of them began their Dragonfly dance. I put my watering can down
and watched.

A gift from Nature.
A thank you note for all the watering.

A Granddaddy Groundhog came up onto the deck.
He was looking for food and water.

We have been trapping his family and relocating.
This guy is so big I am not sure he will fit in the trap.

I potted Miss Curry Tree into her long tom pot.
 I hope she likes her growing spot behind the
kitchen sink.
She smells delicious!

Clouds

I watched a Monarch

while I listened to thunder.

A Praying Mantis seemed to be listening too.

A few drops of rain is all we received.
Maybe tomorrow.