I’ve always been fascinated with caterpillars. I spent many hours searching for them when I was a kid, picking them up and watching them march across my hand. I’ve become more squeamish about holding them, but they’re still a beautiful miracle.
Somehow I made it to 40 years old without ever knowing that many chrysalises were bright gold. How miraculous is that? (more…)
When I started my post last week, I meant to write about a trip to Cistus Nursery with Loree, intrepid Mistress of Danger Garden. But once I got on that Highway, there were so many other fascinating places to visit–at least in my fanciful imagination.
So back to the upshot. A couple weeks ago, I watered for Danger while she was off Blog Flinging in Toronto. I don’t live far from Loree, and I always love the opportunity to look at her garden. And when she’s gone, I can take my time contemplating scenarios in her garden for implementation in my own.
I love traveling, but one of my favorite things about vacation is coming home. It’s like a second vacation. You get to experience all the things you missed about home while you were away, with a fresh sense of appreciation. Vacation is still a fresh memory you get to relive, sifting through photos and sharing stories.
Justin surprised me with the safari as a 40th birthday present back in December. We had been batting around ideas for some sort of vacation this summer, and he let me babble on about Costa Rica or Iceland without tipping me off that he had something else in mind. He had done a bunch of research, picked out a camp, and stashed some extra vacation savings on the sly. (more…)
Funny how once a decision has been made, it becomes so obvious. I’ve been struggling with the what-to-do-with-the-apple-tree question since we moved to Flamingo Park nine months ago.
I wouldn’t have chosen this tree or sited it center view from the picture window, but the trunk is magnificent. I don’t know the variety—though one outfit thought Gravenstein. It was never a question of the tree itself so much, as it relationship to the rest of the garden.
That’s when I came under attack by a rather territorial hummingbird. Once he realized I wasn’t competition for the goods he went back to feeding and I attempted to photograph him. This is the best I could do, when he stopped for a moment on the neighboring bamboo.