A rare treat
I caught this yellow monarch feasting on the cone flowers in my backyard Wednesday afternoon.
I read recently that monarchs are a little scarce in Michigan this summer - the result of the continuing decline of habitat, combined with Michigan’s recent harsh, long winter, which discouraged migratory butterflies from venturing this far north.
I’m glad some made it.
Nothing runs like ….
Grandson Colin in a park.
The kid will be coming to town soon, and high on his to-do list is a ride on “Gompa’s tractor,” wearing his John Deere hat.
He, like every other 2-year-old male I’ve ever met, loves all things “Tr” - tractors, trucks and trains.
At the risk of being politically incorrect, it seems to me that this fascination with machinery is hard-wired.
That’s “Gomma” in the background, checking her email.
Poking around in my weed-ravaged garden two days ago, I found three ripe tomatoes - the first ones of the year - hidden among the vines.
One for my wife; one for me; one for the window sill. We picked some fresh basil, sliced some mozzarella, opened a box of pita crackers, and had ourselves quite a little feast.
I don’t normally get tomatoes from my garden this early in August. Hallelujah!
The bride-to-be, and crew
The bachelorette party took place over he weekend in the Finger Lakes region of upstate New York.
My daughter (second from left) sent me this photo of the bride-to-be (far left), and her bridesmaids.
Meanwhile, my wife and I are painting, power-washing, planting, etc., getting the cottage ready for my son’s Sept. 6 wedding.
Yet another recall notice on one of my GM vehicles. This is Number … frankly, I’ve lost track.
And, again, the parts are unavailable to fix the possibly life-threatening defect in my vehicle.
It would be comical if it weren’t so aggravating.
And, as I’ve written before, I think auto companies should have to do ALL the work involved in satisfying a recall. Either fix it at my house, at my convenience, or deliver a loaner to me while retrieving the defective vehicle.