Monday, May 22, 2017


Plants are as confused as I am. A few days pushing 90F and then more days at 50F were interspersed. I was watching a news correspondent on television and wondering why she had a coat on...she was broadcasting only 70 miles away. But the temps there were 60F while our morning was 73F!! Anyway, the heat held off and my flowers have bounced back, so I want to share some photos and some photo-shopping. Forgive me for this. It is just sharing, and you do not have to post comments.

Sadly, these flowers are no longer blooming and now I have iris and lilies and more roses. Maybe I will post them next.

Friday, May 19, 2017

In A Rush the Season Moves On

So close the humid, warm breath of summer is exhaled against my neck like that of a fevered child. It seems as if the calendar is lying about it being the middle of May. Surely it is the end of June? The morning is quiet as if waiting for the next attack of some storm.  Even the Osprey no longer sits on her "virtual" nest pretending she has eggs.  She needs the wind under her wings and the coolness above the pulsing earth pretending to escape her destiny of being without young ones this year.

The air smells like a French bordello with the abundance of white and yellow honeysuckle blossoms that hang everywhere at the edge of the woods.  I am almost afraid to breathe.

Yesterday I heard the tentative bleat of a fawn coming from the dark shadows of the ferns in the ravine.

The Cardinals still visit the bird bath on a regular basis, usually early mornings and late afternoons when they bathe and throw the water everywhere never fearing that the bowl will not be replenished.  They do not yet look ragged from their parenting demands.

The wren, whose golden song was so clear and pure outside my window before the blast of the sun over the treetops this morning, has stopped her song.  She has returned to feeding her little ones quietly and efficiently as the morning warms.

The young bluebirds are getting their pin feathers and sit quietly in their box as if they were petrified from some prior time with their heads bent against the the wood.  They seem to have no energy to move.  Mom and Dad are perfect parents in their unrelenting visits with the abundance of new insects that have emerged.

I watch the midges fly across the rays of the sun up high in the tree tops like an army of tiny snow or bits of feathers caught in a gentle breeze.  Soon they will decorate the new efficient spider webs that lace between the tips of the tulip tree branches.  The cherry trees have already thrown their petals like fairy confetti at the end of this spring party and white dots land everywhere even messing the bowl of the nearby spider's web.

I hold tight in my mind to the delicate colors that were spring and now are green seed pods waiting to dry and reproduce.

Tuesday, May 09, 2017

Pushing the Pause Button on Spring

Iris are named after the Greek Goddess, Iris, who is named after the rainbow and iris do come in a rainbow of colors. I just wanted to share a bit of my spring with my iris this year.
This one below smells like grape juice.
Just some eye candy for your morning.
This fall begins the hours of digging and dividing, but for today it is just enjoying.

Thursday, May 04, 2017

The Saga Continues

The soap opera of the Osprey platform continues. The female osprey has sat above the platform on a nearby tree snag for a few days and then recently she sat on the nest previously used by our geese for several hours while looking around the river from her perch as if reminiscing about last year when she had raised her family of two.   In the afternoons her mate joins her and they sit and daydream.

Yesterday morning while I was making  coffee I heard a large amount of honking from geese and shrilling cries from the osprey.  I went to the window to see an osprey sitting on the platform nest and two Canadian  geese below in the water swimming around. They argued back and forth for some time and then it got quiet.  The osprey flew away and after ten minutes one of the geese flew up to the platform.  In a short time the female osprey returned and dive bombed the goose twice before the goose surrendered and flew off the nest back into the water.

The osprey took the place of the female goose and then called angrily to the two Canadian geese in the water.   Eventually she flew down to the two geese and dive bombed them relentlessly until they swam away from the area.

In the afternoon her mate joined her again and this time I saw them mating.  They are  4 to 5 weeks late in the normal osprey season!  Today she sits calmly most of the time on the nest, perhaps waiting for an egg arrival??   She leaves to catch a fish, eats it somewhere,  and then returns these days.

With regard to the geese we have seen two sets of parents with 4  goslings each swimming up and down the river in mornings and evenings.  The goslings are easily three  times the size of the ones we had on our  nest.  One of these families may or may not be the original  family from our platform having lost two babies.  This place is certainly busy and I am curiously waiting to see if the osprey have a family and if the family fledges  in time for early fall.

Monday, May 01, 2017

Sharing Some Spring

My garden is struggling with hot weather followed by colder weather followed by hot weather. This was our comfort on a cold evening.

Then ONLY four days later we were up in the high 80's and touched 90 F !!

I spotted this Monarch butterfly yesterday. While they can be seen in our area in May I rarely see one in my yard before July! This one is visiting the buds (unopened) of my butterfly weed which is one of his favorites next to milkweed. Let me share my columbine which are in all their glory and will only last long if the weather returns to spring!

And below a painting.