Yesterday I finally got the crimson king maple planted. It has been sitting waiting ever since the rains flooded the hole and stopped progress.  The problem is a 15" layer of clay under the top soil that keeps the water from soaking into the sand below.  Lynn suggested digging a hole through the clay to drain any water from the planting hole, so I got out the post-hole digger and broke through.  Hopefully, now the maple won't stand with its feet in water when heavy rains come again.

Just the other side of the split-rail fence from the maple are some wild daylilies.  They're common, but beautiful—especially back-lit by the setting sun.

The deer flies are especially bad this year.  (One wing is a little bent from my swatting him.)  They appear about Father's Day—when the black flies leave.

Feature:  Milkweed.  Other art photos.

Quote for the Day: "Tell me, I forget; show me, I remember; involve me, I understand." – Carl Orff