Does this little guy look just a teeny bit queasy? a tad bloated?
He's just consumed an entire starfish. (You may be asking why there was a starfish setting out on our back patio---in the heartland of America--hundreds of miles from the coast? Long, uninteresting story. It didn't need to be eaten, though.)
They each got their mates a while ago, but their photo shoot finally happened...
the afterthought heel was bulls-eye right on...
Reynard socks by Kristin Kapur with mystery yarn. Too bad that fancy cuff will always be hidden under my pants.
Do you make your bed first thing in the morning? Or is your theory that you worked hard to create that sleeping nest and you want it ready when you collapse at the end of the day? I like being able to say I accomplished at least ONE thing in the course of the day. (I used to threaten our kids that I'd make the bed with them in it if they didn't rise and shine. #1 Daughter got cocooned more than once.)
And then, we have body parts.. (found during the major yarn-closet-clean up)
Can you tell what it's going to be?
The easy part is done. There are 14 pages of finishing instructions. I'm intimidated. (pattern: Boy elephant in textured sweater by Julie Williams--- of Little Cotton Rabbits fame!) I think I'll knit the elephant's sweater first. And then his shorts. THEN, maybe I'll think about giving him some personality and stuffing. (or put him back in the closet.)
We're in the midst of the hummingbird migration. I spent a good part of the day trying to capture a great shot of a ruby-throated hummer, the only 'native'hummer we have in our state. (supposedly, the rufous hummingbird and the black chinned hummer are seasonal visitors, and the green violetears will sometimes make a rare appearance this far north. None of these have visited my feeder--at least while I've been stalking it with my camera.) The males have already left, getting their winter digs ready for the ladies. Even though the prettier guys are gone, by the end of the day, I would have settled for a mediocre shot of a drab looking female. I doubt you want to see my 287 near misses (out of nearly 800 shots....thank goodness for digital photography).
Yep. This was a totally wasted day (except for making my bed). I did assorted other uninteresting things that accomplished absolutely nothing.
I DID have someone draw a winner for the pincushion......
That would be me.
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Thanks again to everyone who entered the giveaway....and for all the kind words. You all make my heart sing.
oh!!! little birdie!!!! what are you doing between the storm window and house window??? how did you get there? (probably the same way the leaf and dead beetles did)
The storm window slipped part-way down (old house----my usual excuse for all the wierd goings-on) and since I certainly had no intentions of opening the inner window during the winter, I didn't feel any immediate need to wrestle the windows to fix this. Spring will be here soon enough---and then I can shovel out remove all the debris that has flown in. I certainly didn't expect a feathered friend to find this 3" opening and fall through. I bet he felt a bit like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole.
Cute little fella, isn't he? (yes, he's a he.) At first I thought he was injured...see the little red spot on his head? No, definitely feathers. I only got a quick look....PapaGeek was h*ll-bent on taking care of this i.m.m.e.d.i.a.t.e.l.y and I could tell just taking the photo was pushing my luck. If he had to wait until I got out the bird book, I would have lost my helper.
Meet our Ruby-Crowned Kinglet (Regulus calendula), the second smallest bird in the state. The 'hidden' ruby-colored crown was the give-away. I'm terrible at identifying birds. This little guy is apparently here year-round, and I'm sure I previously just identified him as another LBJ (little brown job), even though he's really more grayish-greenish-brown. They like to flit around low shrubs.....so NOW I know what dive-bombs me on my way to the car. We have a million of them. I'll be more attuned.
We (actually not me) wrapped him in a towel, brought him in to take him out, and deposited him on the patio. He immediately flew into the kitchen window. thunk. Cute, but definitely not the brightest bulb in the box.
This morning the horticulture group (a little subset of my garden club) met at my house. Topic: houseplants
Yesterday, I was thinking what a perfect topic this was. Temps were nearing 60 degrees---sunny, I was expecting a good crowd and lots of 'show and tells'. And then...
are we still blaming the polar vortex? The temps plummeted, the winds whipped, and minutes before people were expected.... CRACK!
Thank goodness no one was walking under it.
It pretty much blocked the sidewalk. These are tough women, though. Can you believe, everyone just sort of scampered around it...no big deal. A couple gave it a yank....but, it's not going anywhere without the help of a saw.
So, obstacle course, freezing temps....and still, they came armed with their 'babies'.
These fell off an 'ailing' Crown of Thorns (Euphorbia milii). Its owner had carefully swaddled all 2 1/2 feet of it and lugged it over in hopes of a diagnosis. It wasn't quite as perky as it's been. She had repotted it using potting soil....we thought that might have been too dense for this semi-succulent. She's going to try repotting, mixing some sand in the mix. Anyone out there have any other ideas? According to an old Thai saying, the number of flowers you have on your crown of thorns will foretell your luck in life. She's one lucky lady...it was covered in buds. (I'd say one lucky plant to have such a caring owner.)
Another friend brought a flowering branch from her Mother of Thousands (bryophyllum daigremontianum). How could she have cut this stunning pink stalk??
Another brought her 'sad' oxalis (shamrock), but new shoots were popping up everywhere, and the consensus was that it should be looking fine by St. Paddy's day!
My favorite houseplant of all time came to visit...the mistletoe fig (ficus deltoidea); this visitor was a 3 year old beauty. I really have to order one!!
Another friend brought a bunch of jade (crassula ovata) babies; I tossed mine in a succulent pot. Good luck, babies.
My clivia has been blooming since October, and I was sure it would drop it's final flowers before today....but it hung on.
As you can see----we were all having a very nice time. We talked about some favorite books, combating aphids and white flies, shared some old gardener's tales (when is the right time to plant? drop your pants and sit on the ground and if it's not too cold for you, your plants will be fine!! I failed to get the title of this book...I don't think I'm going to practice what it preaches anyway.), and then.....
a friend caught my eye and mouthed......m-o-u-s-e !! (eek!)
Oh, Mickey. Why couldn't you have waiting just 20 more minutes to scamper across the kitchen? He comes in every time it get cold. I honestly think he leaves as soon as it warms up....we've put traps EVERYWHERE and he simply side-steps them. Peanut butter? Not interested. And of course, Freddy won't give him the time of day.
So, what happens when 10 women are sitting around and a mouse makes an appearance? Why, segue the conversation to traps, foiled remedies, and mouse tales.
The clouds dissipated by the time we arrived at our destination....the only slight disappointment was--- there is still little fall color. Autumn is just around the corner...just not any corner we rounded today.
Longshadow Gardens is nestled on 123 acres in southern Illinois. It is world famous for the limestone/sand/cement garden pots they produce on site; the setting is heavenly.
I wandered around a bit...
nice office, huh?
and then I found the butterflies...
not a single one in focus. bummer. (I could have showed you the other 36 shots---they aren't in focus, either.)
Quincy didn't pose much better than the butterflies. He's having a little drink out of what was probably a $1000 trough. (I'm sure the water tastes r-e-a-l-l-y good out of it.)
We saw some pots being made..
We saw some famous pots...
(although I think most everything they produce there is pretty famous)
We saw an antique pot...
I loved the details...
pots, pots, pots...
and on the way home, we stopped at a winery. I was designated driver.