Tonight I went for a short lap around the yard, and in less than five minutes this is what I saw:

“Pat Austin” rose still blooming like crazy

“Black Beauty” Elderberry also putting on a show

Persimmon planted last year, blooming and setting fruit

Cherries! Too high to pick from the ground—enjoyed by birds, not me.

“Celeste” fig, which I thought died of winter cold, is actually regrowing!

Peaches on the recently lopped peach tree

I closed up the bluebird box just yesterday, and since then Mr. Bluebird has been busy with Home Construction 2.0.

Inherited grapevine…a gigantic mess that I finally chopped to the ground this spring. I hope to train a new central vine from this sprout. I worked today to pull out, by hand, the poison ivy surrounding this vine. I await repercussions.

Unmowed hayfied reverting back to wild pasture. It’s so pretty like this—even full of berries and all—that I wonder why mow at all?

Inherited iris growing in the drainage ditch by the road.

And finally, two eggs a day appearing, as if by magic, from the guineas. I have it on good authority from egg-eating family members that they are delicious!