Saturday, April 18, 2015


After a crazy Sunday of hard work in cleaning and planting hubby asked if I felt like going for a walk a few weeks ago. We wanted to check out a nearby campground where our grandson's scout troop is going camping in a few weeks. It has trails to a lovely lonely beach where there is an abundance of fossils. 

It also has a trail above very close to the edge of that cliff that overhangs in the left side of the photo above. I am hoping the Scout leaders have common sense as there is no fence or block to keep 10-year-olds from looking over the edge.  Hubby is going to join them, but only in the evening as we have a full day of volunteer work on that day. 

It was a day of repetitive patterns that caught my eye as the afternoon sun disappeared behind the trees.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Daffy Down Dillies

Sorry, but had to bombard you with these after such a long dark winter. As this post goes to publish they are almost done in the yard and I am looking forward to other bulbs blooming.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Cherry Blossoms Make Me Cheery

These were taken at an abandoned home MacMansion that was once a lovely building in my neighborhood and is now in disrepair as the banks ignore its potential for sale.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Teeny Tinies

The smallest of the flowers arrive in the spring when your eyes are caught by their easy diminutive  beauty against the gray/greens of everything else.  Soon the bolder and larger blossomed plants arrive and these fall to the background, forgotten.

 This is speedwell and it really speeds very well across the lawn and beds and everywhere.

Lungwort has such an unattractive name, but is a soft rally of little pink bells against a spotted green leaf.

Wednesday, April 08, 2015

Rooting Around in the Spring

Weeding...that dreaded ugly activity that some put off until the weeds are beginning to take over.  Some who love the earth less than the rest of us will use a toxic chemical that can wend its way through the earth into rivers, streams and aquifers, a process that requires money but little physical effort on their part.  Some, like me, find weeding therapeutic and try to do it right after a heavy rain and before seed heads form.  We love that neat and tidy look at the end of a back braking afternoon and are in an 'other' category.

While visiting the National Botanic Gardens in D.C. the other weekend we stumbled across a really cool display about roots.  Roots that feed weeds and non-weeds both of which are hard to define.

Roots that grow above and below ground.  Roots that are attached to the mother plant and others that attach to corms and tubers.

Then we came upon a really cool display of various grasses and their roots.

It was as if someone had cut through the middle of a prairie to show us that secret underground.  Look at the mass and length of this food/water transportation system.  You should also realize that some roots send out chemicals to deter different plant species or attract younger of the same plant species!  Some of which were so long they had to have their toes tied up!

Now when you are pulling your little garden weeds that may reach only a few inches below the surface of the earth, remember this scientist below...

and rest on your laurels.

Saturday, April 04, 2015

A Bit of a Re-run

Lenton Rose
I am not religious as I have posted many, many times. But I love the Easter season as it is the time of giving up something to be conscious of the spirituality of life and of our hope in our ability to change things beginning with ourselves.   According to "Wiki", that non-religious voice of the Internet, this is the time of prayer, penance, repentance of sins, alms giving, atonement and self-denial for Christians. All of these activities are good for any soul of any religion.  The term lent actually has some relation to the Germanic meaning long...longer days which is spring.  Of course scholars argue about how long this period lasts, how long the actual fast lasts, or whether fasting is just giving up something we love for the time.  But all this discussion of the details destroys the spirit of the period and my liberal soul tells me to let each person find their own path in restoration and seeking forgiveness for sins from whomever.  May your Easter have many blessings.

Thursday, April 02, 2015


It is appropriate that one of the first colors to appear when mother earth awakens is sunshine. Bright, yellow, warming. After such a cold, gray, gloomy, wet, despairing, dispiriting March, should not the slightest ray of sunshine pierce our eyes and make us catch our breath? I know that I am aging, because in the past, I would have roses pruned back by late February. But my spirit was not with my intellect and just yesterday I finally got that simple job completed. Then I turned and had to pick the half-dozen daffodils that were not even in full bloom. Their little yellow eyelids were still closed against the warming air. But I brought them inside and within hours they had opened their faces into smiling cheerfulness and then they sent out the most amazing scent of spring. My rooms were filled with the perfume as if in a greenhouse. But unlike my prior post, this was my house, not someone's exotic greenhouse.