“The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.” ― Robert Frost

Storm clouds hanging low over the bean field east of the house.  

The lawn isn't getting mowed again today.  The rain has forced the dogs and I inside.    We venture outside from time to time to take some photos but the mosquitoes chase us back indoors.  

Deet is my new cologne but still the mosquitoes find an unsprayed spot the size of a pin head and bite me.  I have four types of anti itch lotion on the bedside table--none work especially well.  

I am a prisoner inside until we get a windy day.  Mosquitoes are mostly helpless in the wind.

This is a very old purple clematis that has been blooming for several weeks.  

A red clematis climbs up the bird feeder post and almost hides the wren house.

Yarrow added this spring has been blooming since the first of May.  I love hard working plants like this.

The ferns love this rain.  The north yard looks like a tropical jungle.  I know, this is the mosquito coast but I love ferns.

My go to tall filler plant.  They never stop blooming and their wiry stems shrug off drought, too much rain, wind and even german shepherds crashing over them.

Sun on these seed pods make them appear gilded.  

Added two Endless Summer hydrangea this year.  Both were  treated to appear blue or pink.  So far they have been very busy forming new flowers clusters.  A hopeful sign.  

Kitten: small homicidal muffin on legs; affects human sensibilities to the point of endowing the most wanton and ruthless acts of destruction with near-mythical overtones of cuteness.

"This is the box the food and treats come in."

"I'll unpack it 'cause there is always something for me inside."

"Found a jingle ball.  This is mine." 

The daylilies are blooming outside.  Desperately need to get out to take some new garden photos but reluctant to lose any more blood or get anymore itchy welts.