An entertaining interlude

We made a quick run home this weekend as my musical spouse had a gig, and of course there was time for a bout of dead-heading, weed-pulling, and hose-dragging. There was even time for a brief sit in what, in my fantasies, will one day be a grotto garden but is now a resin chair under a sugar maple, facing the backyard meadow bed. The evening sun had not yet passed over the house, and the switchgrass was backlit. 

The time was well-spent. A hummingbird decided to nectar at the New England aster and sample the eupatorium, which did not meet with its approval, then swooped up to a maple branch and perched for a few moments. Then the wind picked up and provided a most gratifying show of grass blades waving in the breeze, and a chipmunk decided to run from the mini-meadow to its burrow by the back fence. Never a dull moment around here.