Coyote Night

This morning the oak leaf hydrangea blossoms had turned fuzzy with pollen and were swarming with bees of all sizes. You might've heard the buzz from there. Those weren't the only critters making use of the space, though, as this little spider with her constellation of tiny bugs shows. I bet she won't be so little by tomorrow.

The kids and I made maple doughnuts for Father's Day - an undertaking that took maybe longer than it should've, but we don't have much experience with yeast dough and deep frying. But delicious! It was a golden, bittersweet day. Daughter I. chauffeured me around town to drop off some mini key lime pies, and we saw a couple friends we hadn't seen since early March. W. and I walked the hill and heard the peacock and mockingbird, millions of crickets, and the wild yipping of a coyote pack off in the hills. We also talked with our families. W.'s mom told us, gently, that they will be speaking with the doctor this week about transitioning Harry, his dad, to palliative care. Harry told each of the kids to cherish time with their dad. W. will head down this coming weekend and the rest of us will follow when it is best.