I may get my act together and go out with the camera before much longer. It's already late at 0922. The sun gets stronger and more harsh in light with each passing minute. I used to go out years ago 1130 or thereabouts and I finally caught on to the fact that high noon (and the few hours before and after that) are the harshest light you can find. I don't have enough hands on my body to hold a diffuser and I'm not always lucky enough to find shade nor is it always a cloudy day so I try to choose times better than I did back in the day. I know what the golden hour (so-called) is but I am not willing to get up that early to travel to a place to wait..nor do I like particularly staying in the evening until it strikes. But it is easier to be there in the evening, and I have done that.
I noticed while sweeping tons of oak leaves off of my deck (they're back again) that raccoons have been up there again. They have a distance to climb to get onto it so they are determined. There is no hummingbird feeder to upset off its hanger and break and drink from now nor are there tomato plants out there; so maybe after tossing around the pots and other things of that nature they will give it a pass. Otherwise I will have to pay the bucks to get the trapper back to re-locate them all over again.
They turned over the bird bath on the front yard too I might add. Probably thought it was a feeder. Today it's still standing.
The oldest son is coming over tonight as he has an appointment early in the morning here in this town so Katie gets extra scratches and petting this evening and tomorrow before he heads back to his home.
Another son will likely be getting married this late Spring. I really love his choice of wife-to-be.
Here is a culprit from a few months ago that got Katie Isabella's feathery looking pantaloons in a wad in the middle of the night when he was on the deck with his rowdy companions ripping up plants and having a party.
Oh and yesterday I bought a half a gallon of chocolate milk. YEARS since I have had any and I am steadily making my way down to the bottom of the jug. Delicious treat.