The weather was nice again Monday afternoon, and dh and I took a stroll around the botanical gardens. I had already spent quite a bit of time walking behind a mower that morning, so I didn't feel like anything more vigorous than a stroll. We did chance to meet Mr. Allen De Hart, himself. He and Mrs. Benton were treating fire ant hills.
Each season there brings new flowers into bloom. By the lake, I saw a silver-spotted skipper on some ironweed.