The First of July

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

~ William Shakespeare

Hard to believe it is July first. As I write this, it is 10:40 a.m., but it looks more like 8:30 p.m. The sky is very dark and foreboding. Clearly, more rain is headed our way, and I wouldn't be surprised to hear some crashes of thunder too.

Just before the skies closed in, I wandered in my garden, enjoying the stillness and peace. This very sleepy, rather damp and tousled bumble bee was dozing in his clematis blossom bed, completely oblivious to the woman with the camera. I hope he got some rest, because it's pouring outside now.