He favors the basswood for his daily workout.
Thursday, April 28
Tuesday, April 26
Monday, April 25
the agave Pool
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.
mellow Yellow
Nuttall's violet |
Sunday, April 24
Saturday, April 23
Friday, April 22
Thursday, April 21
before his unfortunate Accident
Tuesday, April 19
can you Tell?
We colored Easter eggs today, goose eggs no less, even 9th graders think it is fun. But, can you tell that our class is all boys this year? No pastel girly eggs here. :o)
Monday, April 18
sorry, but enough is enough Already!
Sunday, April 17
is this a Shapeshifter
Easter is, after all, only a week away. Does this look like a shapeshifter turning from mule deer to Easter Bunny?
Saturday, April 16
boys of Spring
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
under mom's Feet
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
naughty Children
Small people of every species are curious and often get themselves into difficulty. One snoozer, one snacker and one explorer.
Tuesday, April 12
oh, Really?
Please note the symbol in the lower left corner. We shall see! Our local cervids appear to be illiterate and unable to read labels.
Monday, April 11
another European Immigrant
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
the Immigrant
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
the great Race
Here be the Dragon.
Tuesday, April 5
the front of the Bird
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
the bottom of the Bird
Mountain bluebird |
Sometimes they help you out, and pose beautifully, sometimes not so much.
Sunday, April 3
snowdrops and Teapot
4/1/11 |
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
welcome to the world, Small One
He was not there when I went to the grocery store, when I came back an hour later, there he was! Still wet and not very steady on his feet yet, but in the big world nontheless. The first spring calf to arrive on this balmy April day. Thanks, Ma Nature.
Friday, April 1
finch through the Fog
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.
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