Though it was hot, there had been rain during the night, and it was a beautiful morning.
Harry worked in the studio, and enjoyed it, with air conditioning keeping things cool.
There were the usual visitors to the back porch. I think the pileated woodpeckers have a youngster, because today three appeared together. Alas, I could only get pictures of two, and not in the same frame. Squirrel Nutkin’s country cousin eats as quickly as possible on the deck railing, knowing I will be suggesting he not be greedy, which will frighten him off for a few minutes. Later in the day, there was a wonderful stretch to get to the feeder.
The garden is growing with the heat and the moisture. Speaking of fungus, which we weren’t, but heat and moisture are its perfect environment… the plums are a complete loss. I picked off all the diseased fruits and left the unaffected few. Now they, too, have gone brown and, sadly, today I removed them.
The pictures of what I thought was some kind of weird fungus on the viburnums turns out to be some “Great Stuff (TM)” spray insulation that got inadvertently sprayed onto the plants. Harry uses it in the armature of the sculptures, so he was amused to see that I thought I had seen a totally disgusting fungus. Like a horse, I have a good imagination. Horses imagine predators in anything out of the ordinary. I imagine fungus.
Purple phlox 
Lantana 
Three colors of echinacea
End of a hot day, and Weedy and Nettie are already asleep. I’m going to follow their example.
Bed gets turned back, Weedy is in it 
Good dog, Nettie, under the desk, waiting for me to go to bed!
Stay safe, stay well.