Thunder, lightning and a nice sized section of storms to the west heading right for us signaled the scrapping of the morning ride. I used the time to dig fluffy holes for remaining hostas and snapping a few pics around the house.
Lot’s of fetch and wrestle to be had:
Mom and G stopped by for a surprise garden inspection bearing a gift of a ‘Gaurdian Angel‘ and returning with a division of ‘Something Blue’ to add to their collection.
Wild lookin’ fungus was popular among the critters who could smell something I couldn’t: