I came downstairs to yawn and make coffee pretty early in city terms, but not at all early by northern summer country standards. I looked out into the orchard and the light was diffuse awaiting the sun. Then, poof, direct light came over the woods and lit the trees and grasses. Here’s a view through one of my favorite apple trees….
In mid-afternoon I found this vetch climbing up the brome to get to the level of the elevated seed-heads. These flutter-bye are loving the blooms—a bunch had already departed in front of my fumbled camera, so these are the tolerant ones.