With temperatures in the high-seventies and bugs flying around, it was time to put up the screens. Which meant it was time to clean the windows.
On a beautiful day like Monday, it's a job I enjoy. A breeze came in through the open windows carrying the delightful fragrance of new-mown grass.
And then there's the view--all those trees in their feathery spring green against the blue-purple of the farther hills.
And the cheerful hum of carpenter bees.
And wasps, too, as they vie for nesting spots under our eaves.
What a day for window-washing!
