You weren't even a thought in my head,
I just grabbed you and then fled.
With a munch, munch and a big fat crunch,
Two legs with small toes is all that's left,
Now I'll lie down, and rest 'till lunch -
And dream of delectable delights -
While my tummy thanks me - it's well fed.
- By a lovely grey cat who shall remain anonymous
I had a vision last night of
sitting outside this morning under the umbrella canopy of coolness, sipping a
lovely cup of Irish Breakfast tea, accompanied with crackers full of seeds topped
with almond butter and blueberry preserves, while typing how I feel about the
experience of nature that surrounds me.
A lovely thought, but it
never happened. Plans change, don’t
they.
In my youth, all of us loved getting into the car with dad at the wheel to drive to faraway
places, and picnic with all the goodies mom cooked up the night before.
My memories of those trips aren't my finest as we all followed dad to the car and packed
ourselves in before mom was ever ready, therefore we waited and waited before she ever sat down next to dad in the passenger's seat. Dad would say a few angry words to mom, mom
would start crying, then in quiet, we began our trip.
Of course, he always had
the option of waiting in the house until mom was ready to join him to start the
trip, but he never did.
Eventually the trip became
okay, I guess, but probably not in mom’s eyes.
I’ll never know. I chose to never
mention it to her in my older age, but it affected me greatly; so much so, that
Vic was warned if that ever happened to me, I would be waiting in the house
forever until he came back in to tell me he was ready. He never did it to me. Thank you, Vic, with lots of hugs!
I’ll always remember mom
as the one who, in my younger years before life became so hard for her; she was
always the one when dad was at work and we were not in school, to take us on
hiking trips that would last for hours on end to around the lake with it’s marshes and
beaches, or up one of the canyons on the other side of the highway.
We would all hunker down
to play with tadpoles, watch the flight of migrating pelicans, explore a huge
boulder with hieroglyphics on two sides after a flashflood moved it
out of a canyon into the open area of desert, watched a Western Screech Owl perched
on a timber just inside the opening of an old abandoned mine shaft, met a
cayote walking towards us, and as it passed us six feet away, we held our breath - it looked at us, then continued on its way. We were all so quietly excited. Quartz pieces, odd rocks, anything I could
fit into my jean pockets became souvenirs for my growing collection that has continued
throughout my lifetime.
Time's flying, and so are my thoughts, right off the computer screen as fast as I type them and into discard mode. I seem to have nothing more to say, so without further delay, a photo journey of the garden this April.
Stylophorum diphyllum,
commonly called the celandine poppy
American Redbud with Fragrant Sumac growing beneath
I think, a female House Finch
I think, a female and a male House Finch
Some type of Narcissus with fragrant flowers
Little Beauty species tulip
Returns year after year in well drained areas
Virginia Bluebells
After thunderstorn, many flowers have fallen off.
What remains, I think, are the stamens which look like
white filaments sticking out all over.
Beaten down by rain
I think, a White-throated Sparrow
I think a Siberian iris.
It appeared in the garden about five years ago.
I never knew what the "ugly" plant was until it bloomed this year.
Asian Bleeding Hearts
A toxic plant in larger doses.
Celadine Poppy, Little Beauty Tulip,
'Shooting Stars' Dodecatheon meadia,
Penstemon (not in bloom yet)
I think, Trillium cuneatum.
I have no idea what this insect is.
It is perched on an azalea leaf bud.
Erigeron philadelphicus L.
Philadelphia Fleabane
A biennial disappearing soon after flowering in spring.
American Dogwood
Coral Berry
Berries from last year
There is always work in a garden.
Tulip 'Silverstream'
Just about ready to lose its petals
after the big thunderstorm.
Growing with American ginger plants.
Eastern Grey Squirrel
With a Common Grackle
Mourning Dove
Charlotte, later joined by Austin leaning against her.
Charlotte moving to her own space
without Austin leaning against her;
only to be joined by Austin, leaning against her.
Charlotte exiting the room to be on her own,
leaving Austin behind.
Just to let you know: I've been told I have PTSD from my stay at the hospital and the rehabilitation center. I have been looking for a Counselor which is easier said than done.
Have a nice weekend with a bit of mischief and a lot of fun.
Yvonne
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