Yesterday was a beautiful, sunny day, too pretty to stay indoors. So, I went for more plants and herbs. Only thing about my yard is that most plants require a degree of sunshine and my back yard is shady. This is due to a willow oak, a maple, and a mulberry tree. So, instead of […]
Apr 29, 2021
Hummers in the Maple Tree
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I am convinced that a mama and papa hummingbird have set up housekeeping in my front yard maple tree. I wish them good fortune and blessings. I’ve never seen a cat in that maple, but I’ve seen lots of squirrels. Maybe the tiny birds have attached their nest to a limb that’s too fragile for […]
Apr 18, 2021
Whippoorwill Winter?
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The maple leaves are as large as a rabbit’s ears; flowers are blooming, but, you know what? We have freezing temperatures, in the upper 20s and a possibility of snow on the way. In the early spring, we have periods of reverting to cold weather, called by various lovely names. Whippoorwill winter? Blackberry winter? Someone […]
Apr 5, 2021
A New Year
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To me, it seems that Easter should be the start of a new year, not January. Easter is a time of celebrating and gladness and, after Easter, we can expect spring to actually be here and warm weather a reality. The earth is renewed, new hope is born, after Easter. My neighbor’s tulip tree has […]
Mar 30, 2021
That Time of Year
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A redbird (cardinal) just lit in the crepe myrtle bush in front of my window. Yesterday, while I was sitting on the deck, a black-capped chickadee flew onto my head. He was there only briefly because I, startled, brushed my hand on my head. Birds are busy, busy, building nests, sitting on eggs, or taking […]
Mar 3, 2021
Lovely Morning
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It’s such a lovely morning, above freezing, sunshine, flowers hesitantly starting to take a peek at the world. I wonder, on such a morning, why there’s turmoil and trouble and hatred anywhere? At last, I can breathe a sigh of relief for the robins. When snow and ice covered the ground, those real-life early birds […]
