The sentinels this afternoon…the color is marching up the flower spikes.
I do believe the too-high lake level is slightly receeding. Only a tad.
You can’t see that the wind is blowing the pussytoes around, this way and that.
I have now seen a flower stalk on Dad’s red rhubarb, I believe for the first time (although it’s possible that I have a poor memory, and that’s all). I have read that the stalks (and thus the sauce made from them) will become bitter, not just sour.