After the rainstorm...

... Meade gathered up all the allium that had fallen over.

ADDED: The indoor view:

At the Panther Mound...

... Caf�...



... you can hang out all afternoon.

At the Allium Caf�...

... you can talk about whatever you want.

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At the Star of Bethlehem Caf�...

... shine on.

Thanks...

... to everyone who's used this blog's Amazon portal in the last month. I haven't mentioned it in a long time, but it is the primary way the writing here earns income, and I do notice and appreciate the gesture readers make when they begin their Amazon shopping here.

Alliums + cat.

Incongruities at Meadhouse.

"Everywhere the same voice, its odd Eastern accent, which in anyone else would have irritated Midwesterners."

"You could follow without missing a single word as you strolled by. You felt joined to these unknown drivers, men and women smoking their cigarettes in silence, not so much considering the president�s words as affirming the rightness of his tone and taking assurance from it."

Wrote Saul Bellow in "In the Days of Mr. Roosevelt," quoted in a Martin Amis essay about Bellow's nonfiction, collected in a new book titled "There Is Simply Too Much to Think About," which I just added to my Kindle. I can give you some more context:
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At the Lilac Caf�...

... you can talk about whatever you want.

At the Magnolia Caf�...

... you can talk about whatever you want.

At the Close-Up Caf�...

... take a closer look at whatever you like.

At the Garden Walk Caf�...

... you can go down any path that suits your whim.

At the Cherry Caf�...

... you can talk about whatever you want.

At the Sunday Garden Caf�...

... things are very pretty right now.

Trout lilies are blooming.

In Governor Nelson State Park today.

At the Bright Orange Caf�...

... you can talk about whatever you want.

At the Asparagaceae Caf�...

... floral blueness flows right under the fence.

At the Garden Close-Up Caf�...

... you've got to get down to the right level.