He favors the basswood for his daily workout.
Thursday, April 28
Tuesday, April 26
Monday, April 25
Just watered, the agave created its own sculptural glassy little pool. The impression of the spikes from the inner leaves create a permanent pattern on the ones that surround them, Ma Nature, the artist, at work again.
Sunday, April 24
Saturday, April 23
Friday, April 22
Thursday, April 21
Tuesday, April 19
Monday, April 18
Sunday, April 17
Saturday, April 16
The local high school Prom is tonight, with all its finery. These other boys are handsome in their formal attire as well. Their Prom dates were totally disdainful of their parading around. The toms were fairly preoccupied, but they were quite aware of a human with a camera and were not posing nicely like the Prom-goers.
Thursday, April 14
Any mother of small children can appreciate trying to get anything done with the kids underfoot. This little youth ditched his 3 buddies (yesterday's post) and started bugging mom for a snack. Mom was not amused. He decided to try an approach from the rear instead. One hopes that he did not get his furry little head decorated by a steamy, fresh meadow muffin for his efforts.
Wednesday, April 13
Tuesday, April 12
Monday, April 11
|Viola tricolor, known as Heart's Ease|
"Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with loves wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness ... The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid Will make a man or woman madly doat Upon the next live creature that it sees."
Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream, ii. 1.
Sunday, April 10
Siberian squill, a Eurasian immigrant from southwestern Russia, the Caucasus Mts and Turkey. It naturalizes easily, deer think it tastes nasty and it is the first thing to bloom in my yard every year (except maybe dandelions), what is not to love? The blue is so vivid that you notice it clear across the yard in the new green grass despite its diminutive size. You welcome in my garden, stranger.
Saturday, April 9
Thursday, April 7
Here be the Dragon.
Tuesday, April 5
Goldfinch lady curious about what is going on on the other side of the window. Her faithful swain is beginning to show his summer plumage. He is tatty looking still, but the distinct black cap is quite clear, waiting to see his dandelion yellow appear.
Monday, April 4
Sunday, April 3
I have had the little tea set with the snowdrops for more than 50 years, a present from my grandmother.
Many hot chocolate parties with my sisters, and then my daughters, have been enjoyed using the little pot and cups and saucers.
I have always loved snowdrops because of these fragile pieces, and have tried to grow the bulbs innumerable times in our challenging South Dakota weather. Finally, success, one hardy little soul has bloomed this year and a second one is trying. Thanks one more time, Ma Nature, for another surprise present.
Saturday, April 2
Friday, April 1
The scene: sunrise, laundry from the clothes dryer steams up the window. The house finch casts just his shadow on the window pane. Only in silhouette, none of his rosy pink to be seen.