That was the month of June. A driver's license, last day of school, rain, first horse show, rain, second horse show, rain, grad parties, rain, third horse show and Bob's your uncle. Any chance that July will be more leisurely? Not likely, I guess, but we can always hope. Of course, the month wasn't a total washout. Baby Taliskar worked on his tan:
Flannary decided that the grass really IS greener on the other side of the fence:
Phoenix, Webster and Beau, however, held fast to the notion that there's no place like home:
When puppy arrived last fall, I realized early on that my flower beds might never be the same. Some things have survived, however. Happily for me, they're among my favorites. Can't you just smell them?