Oakleaf

The bees are loving these big blooms, especially when they turn fuzzy with pollen.

I took Mom and Kristie to the airport this afternoon, to see them off back home, and a couple hours later, out in the garden, I waved at the United jet that was soaring up in its long ascent. Can't be certain it was theirs, but the time was right. So strange to imagine them up in that tiny-looking plane. I'd be sad, but we'll see them again (very unusually) in a week!