A Walk In The Woods

Now is the time of the illuminated woods.......
when every leaf glows like a tiny lamp.

~ John Burroughs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Oak trees come out of acorns, no matter how unlikely that seems.

An acorn is just a tree's way back into the ground.
For another try.
Another trip through.
One life for another.

~Shirley Ann Guann
  
                           

Guess Who's Been To Dinner

So beautiful a creature to look at.

Not so garden friendly.

Our daily battle continues........

 

 

 

 

 

Suggestions on a postcard please.

Rabbit Tails

'Once upon a time there were four little rabbits and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail and Peter.
They lived with their mother in a sandbank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree.'

~ Beatrix Potter :The Tale of Peter Rabbit

 

Lessons Learned

I plant very few annuals in the garden nowadays, just a few pots to fill in, between the cycle of perennials in bloom.
When I was younger, I planted annuals until the cows came home, but I've learned throughout the years, that planting a pot one time, and having it return year after year, is far easier than the ritual of planting annuals.

My newest perennial is Columbine "Winky Blue and White". Aquilegia vulgaris
A delicious little ornamental flowering plant, which blooms midspring to midsummer.
It's a companion plant for Bleeding Heart, Delphinium, and Peony, and best of all it's a deer resistant plant !
I need all the help I can get with deer resistance.

Renaissance

 

 

An altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn;
A print of a vermilion foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower expected everywhere ..."

~Emily Dickinson

 

Rain Stops Play

The cooler temperatures, and three days of non-stop rain, have brought planting days to an abrupt halt.

Trays of Petunias and herbs, Rosemary, German Thyme and Sweet Basil waiting to be planted in the warm Spring soil are now stacked inside the potting shed.

 

 



My dearest  managed to clean out the pond before the rains came, and informs me that the pump has gone kaput, and so a trip to the hardware store is now on my list.

Sadly, there isn't any sign of our resident frog Igor this year, I 'spect he's gone on to greener pastures.

To make amends the woods are a virtual orchestra of croaking Tree Frogs, day and night, their amorous calls echo through the trees.

 

  

Cold, wet leaves
Floating on moss-colored water
And the croaking of frogs-
Cracked bell-notes in the twilight. 

 

 

~ The Pond, Amy Lowell