The gazebo, I mean!
Poppy and I walked down to the RZ this morning, like we always do and the gazebo was just a pile of rubble. There was a backhoe nearby and a few dump trucks, for the rubble I presume. Who knew. It was only a few weeks ago when I hosted my garden party in the gazebo. Wow, what a surprise.
Yesterday morning’s surprise was a blue heron that flew over my and Poppy’s heads and landed in a tree nearby. It stood on a branch for a while before taking off again. I had never seen a blue heron stand on a tree branch before! I had a good view of its under plumage, which was a view I had never seen before. I think it was standing in the tree to get an overview of the Washbrook, which is currently almost bone dry.
We sure could use some rain.
