2013

O.D. wants some photos of her and Mike so I’m going through my folders… and I’ve deleted over 3,000 so far! Who wants a hundred pictures of a bug… or bird… or blister…?

Autumn has finally come! Not really, they do this constantly.
Holy mother of pearl..!

That’s what I said upon finding this photo… holy mother of pearl… I used to take pictures!! And I enjoyed it! Just when I was starting to feel like a non person, too.

Larger version just because.

Old Birdbath

Found this while going through old files. Unfortunately the birdbath is long gone.

There was just something about it that made me happy. Possibly the dragonflies.

Around the Garden

I’m calling my yard a ‘garden’, if that’s alright? K.

Faith produces!

Perhaps I need a third crepe to name ‘Love’. A red one!

Oh, the humanity!

So, the yard guy doesn’t know that Purple Heart is a valuable member of the garden community. Either of them! I am bereft, but they’re tough little monkeys; I’m sure they’ll be back soon.

Daisy… digs.

She is actually tearing the rock apart. Daisy once ripped a lawnmower to pieces. Tires, rubber thingys that hang down, etc… We thought it was so incredibly cute we let her do it.

That’s who we are; enablers.

I’m currently working in the front. So far I’ve pared a bed of areca palms by half. It’s hot, nasty, ant riddled work, but satisfying. Pictures to follow. Of course.

What?

In the last post the purple heart has some odd thingys in the middle under the bloom. What the heck? They look like spider legs but I’m sure it’s just…. new leaves? Yep, let’s go with new leaves.

Tell the Bees

While I know it’s custom to tell bees about important changes in ones life and household… these aren’t my bees. I came upon them while walking past a large clump of firebush… and it bzzzz’ed like a hive! Naturally, I ran to retrieve my camera.

It’s finally September! I thought August would refuse to leave, like a drunk at a party.

Vibrant

I know, I know. It used to be crinum lilies. Always announced the first lily of the year… but of course I’d shoot hundreds of them and soon crinum weariness would set in. Or crinum derangement syndrome. (For me, at least)

Before lilies it was confederate ivy. Quit that when I finally got a good shot of one, but it took years. Sorry. Every bloom delights, thus I must share. Sorry again.

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