One tube gone, one to go

I like sharing pictures of my Iris

As we expected, the top tube was left in.  Actually, the doctor who saw us didn't even know about the upper one!  His associate, the one we usually see, knew, but he wasn't there yesterday.  The one left in has caused Cliff the most discomfort, but he said it's nice to have the lower one gone because it was right at his belt line and made it impossible to wear jeans.  Another good thing is that although the other one is still uncomfortable, it doesn't bother him half as much as it did a week ago.  He is scheduled to have it removed June 3. 
Cliff says food is tasting more like it ought to now, and he is starting to enjoy coffee.  He had two cups this morning.   He has been going with me on our walks, but only about three-fourths of the way, passing up the steepest inclines.  Today he made the whole walk!  It was slow, but he made it.  He always tells me to go ahead at my regular pace, but I tell him I would rather walk slowly with him than to walk fast alone.  

The chilly spring means a late strawberry harvest, but FINALLY there are a couple starting to ripen.  My mom's birthday was May 21, and most years when she was growing up there were enough ripe berries in my grandma's garden for Mother to have as a birthday treat.  This year she would have been out of luck.  We are in the midst of an unseasonably cool spell, no doubt caused by my replacing the flannel sheets with regular ones and switching the heavy winter bedspread with a lightweight one.  Or maybe it's just blackberry winter, since the blackberries are in bloom.

Yesterday Cliff and I saw a lovely little blue bird at the finch feeder, so I asked my Facebook friends what it might be.  With their help I learned that it was an Indigo Bunting.  When I listened to the song of the Indigo Bunting, I realized I had been hearing it yesterday and accidentally captured it on a video of my hummingbirds.  I would love to share it here, but I uploaded it straight to Facebook and unless you have Facebook, you probably couldn't see it.  
I don't buy mixed seeds for the birds most of the time because we live right behind the barn where many sparrows live, and they gobble the food up.  They can't do much with a finch feeder, so that's the only kind of seed I buy year around.  I hate English sparrows.  

I'll leave you with a picture I took this morning of a butterfly enjoying the lilacs.