A Trip Down Nature’s Grocery Aisles
I guess the scarecrow is part of the staff. ______Our World Tuesday
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Archive for the ‘Back to the Garden’ Category
In My World BF Means Butterfly
Our World Tuesday – Wordless Wednesday
I Call Them Chinese Lanterns
But they’re really wild tiger lilies. They’re the exotic-looking native species that Peter Pan’s Neverland princess was named after, a bloom that rarely, but occasionally, shows up in my yard like an alien, a trillium or a lady slipper. These past couple of weeks, I’ve been following flowers like a groupie follows a rock star. Like […]
In My Own Backyard
When I wake up in the morning I sometimes have the luxury of waiting to see what impulse will override my urge to drag myself out of bed and, instead, cause me to throw the covers off and jump out of it. On this day it was a red bird in the tulip poplar outside […]
Picture This
I’m turning over rain-soaked soil in the asparagus patch, digging up weeds with my hands and a shovel to the sound of buzzing bees that are busy pollinating blueberries and the smell of wild onions in the air. The apple trees are full of blossoms and the birds are singing songs of spring. Every now […]
Meet the Girls
On my first day with the new girls in town, I left the gate open when bringing them table scraps and two got out. I only caught one because it couldn’t run, after it tried to get back in the pen and got its head caught in the fence wire. I had to lure the […]
The Hired Help
Shadow Shot Sunday photo#1. Straight out of the Camera Watch The Hired Help Video HERE.
Back to the Garden
Why does the Carolina wren announce its presence so loudly before ducking into the birdhouse to sit on its nest? Is it meant as a threat? More likely, it has alerted the neighborhood cats and black snakes and a birdwatcher on a lawn chair with her eyes closed like me. I was in the middle […]
Garden Guys
Men at work Photo-op No crows or deer allowed
Porch Time
Ripe tomatoes are falling off the vine. A single yellow swallowtail wings by, looking for zinnia and the last of the petunia. The rising breeze carries the scent of breakfast. The unlatched screen door squeaks open, then slams shut. Dirty onions are sprawled on the porch floor waiting to be to braided and hung. It’s […]
Sweet Peas and Peonies
Getting a nose full Up close and personal _______________________ Video clip HERE.
