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| Purple flowers in my basket caught my eye in the morning light, but I became preoccupied with the pink. |
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| What catches my eye is not always appealing to my camera. |
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| Mr. Goldfinch spied me. |
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| He was unconcerned. |
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| I have to be careful to never let the hummingbirds see me, and this morning, I was successful. |
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| I've been watching these blossoms, called fuchsia. The morning sun doesn't reach them, and the afternoon sun hits them for only a few moments. That was 10 minutes ago. |
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| The hummingbirds have been back for a few weeks. |
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| These two chatted over their breakfast. |
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| I stood outside, very still, for quite some time before the little birds decided it was safe to come in for a landing. |
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| I don't bother taking pictures unless the sun is perfect. |
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| And that certainly was the case today. |
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| My husband picked up our baskets from the nursery. |
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| He doesn't trust me to plant the baskets, but he trusts me to water them and pick the dead heads. |
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| I took pictures as the sun was setting over the house. Then I watered. These will be beautiful all summer. |
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| This afternoon I was taken by surprise when I saw these beautiful blooms in my front garden. I didn't plant them. They must be volunteers. Well, they are welcome! |
