At the Zach Goforth Memorial River Run, I noticed the palisade walls of Indian Mound were needing some mud plaster maintenance. The bluebirds didn't seem to mind the conditions--any post is a perch.
In my mixed border, the clematis that I rescued from next door is blooming. I am letting it climb through Grandpa's white rose (and into the osmanthus, if it wants).
On a negative note, I found several leaf-footed bugs sucking the sap out of the top of one of my potato plants. I knocked some of them into a bucket of sudsy water. I'll be after the few that flew away because I know they'll be back.
(There was also one larva of a Colorado potato beetle that I dropped into the suds as well. I had killed one beetle the other day. Rarely do you see just one larva, so I will be inspecting the vines to see if there are more.)
The blue flora and fauna made me happy, and the brown one gave me the blues.