Mid August and the crepe myrtle is nearly at the end of her beauty as the heat and humidity drag the weight of the branches to the ground. It may be time for a trim job on that mophead of hers. LOL
The pups hang out near the front porch,
and the gloomy dead potted flowers have served their summer needs, no longer looking like flowers at all, but rather dead, brown weeds needed to be pulled and tossed into the forest.
*Izzy, as always, interested by a bug*
The local preying mantis hangs onto the outside of the screen hoping to snag a hornet or two in the nest nearby. Of course it could be a hornet that wins the battle as well.
And last but not least.... a butterfly seeking shelter from the heat in the shade of the front porch.
Summer at it's worst.
Summer at it's best.