Sunday morning walk to the creek

I went down the hill to the creek last Sunday, to see what I could see. It was very hot, and I didn't care for the combination of camera strap with tank top on sweaty shoulders, so I only had the phone (useless though it is far downhill, it goes with me every where outdoors) with its pitiful 1.3 megapixels.

I met this fellow before I got very far from the house.

He'd never seen a phone before. Was it edible? Would it eat him? He wasn't sure.

                                                     

Then I came to a locust tree that had bent over too far in the winds.

All that green leafy mass is horizontal tree across the "road."

Farther down the hill, near the old foundations, the daylilies were in bloom, despite getting little sun.

I love the way they never stop trying.

Still farther downhill, the blackberries are plentiful this year, but these are as close to ripe as I found; most of them are still green. I hope I can catch them at the ripe stage before the birds and deer finish them all.

I went all the way to the creek, through chest high grass (I was wearing knee boots along with the tank top, in case of snakes) and found less water in the creek than I expected after as much rain as there had been.

It took me all week to find the half an hour to upload the pictures and write about them. Tomorrow I must go check on the blackberries' progress.