Ant on the Plant

I didn't take many pictures today. Took an a.m. walk without my camera, and then watched my grandson for a couple of hours.

So, when I got home...I ventured out into my backyard.

With all the blooms and the blossoms that have showed up...I'm worried about the lack of bees. It used to be that you could hear their presence as you approached the tree or bush. Now...there is no sound...because there are no bees! Not a one did I see...either on my earlier walk, or my backyard walk. Where are they? What happened? What's it going to do to the trees that need to be pollinated? Nature...so many questions.

I must start supper. I try not to do it very often, but every once in a while...my hillbilly side convinces me to make fried chicken. The meat has been soaking in buttermilk dressing since 10:30 this morning, and it's ready to be floured up. Throw in some mashed taters, and some green beans...and somewhere in Heaven...my Grandma Harty is smiling.

Now...if I could only make her fried pies. De-lish.