Monday may have been the first time this summer that the rain actually managed to break through the humidity. After months of temperatures in the 90's and 100's, we entered a blissful week of mild 70's. You could almost hear the garden sighing. And I know I heard the little bear sighing. Well, more like giggling.
We discovered this little guy sipping droplets from our maple tree. Hopefully he wasn't nibbling on the bark between sips. Anyone know what kind of caterpillar this might be?
I don't know what it is about trees after the rain, but they always take on an otherworldly aura. It is when they are damp and smell of the wild forest that I swear they just might move at any moment. Lifting up their white soil-smeared roots and wandering peacefully around the yard.
Just the right kind of moment for a spontaneous batch of Elf Soup. Recipe courtesy of the little bear. First you stir the broth...
Then you add some oregano...
Then you dump in some olive oil. Just a little.
The end.
