As summer wanes, our garden wall is experiencing an explosion of yellow daisies. They show up every late August but never so overwhelming as this year. They look striking in both bright sunlight and foggy morning tones. And as you can see here, clearly I have some work to do to upright this birdhouse. It, among others, weathers harsh Maine winters. Of course it does; it's an 'outhouse'. Get it? Terrible pun. I know it late in the season, but I have a new birdhouse to hang today. I painted it gold to make it a bit unique and to celebrate my first summer of 'freedom' from the workday. When I finish this piece, I plan to do the hanging. Looking forward to Joanne and Bruce winging it from the West today. As always, they have much planned. Two weeks of Maine fall weather coming their way? Tomorrow, their first day here, it'll be in the 90's, hot and humid. How did that happen? I'm not complaining.