Talking to Birds

I enjoy nature; just walking around, smelling the grass, looking at all the beautiful colors of God’s creation… makes me right. Happy.

This mockingbird tried to keep up with my whistles, making me laugh. After wondering why he kept hanging around, even after the dogs came outside with me, I looked up into the areca palms and saw the nest. WHY do they persist in making nests in unstable growths? The last one they tried was only a third of the way done when a strong breeze knocked it down. Oaks grow all around us – go there, silly birds!

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Still growing

Sorry for the plant spam, but it amazes me that these things are still growing. I usually kill everything except lilies, which just won’t die. (Seriously)

This philo hates its habitat. Too much sun, even though it has the fence on two sides and house on another.

We’re not blessed with shade and the areca palms certainly don’t supply any.

I’m thinking about planting something alongside the fence. Some of the gaps are so big Daisy could just walk right through.

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Choose

I tried to choose only one photo of lilies that I shot this morning.

Can’t do it. Won’t do it. The good Lord blessed me with these so I’m blessing you with them.

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Drops from Heaven

“The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath.”

Shakespeare, of course. The entirety:

“The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. ‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest. It becomes The thronèd monarch better than his crown. His scepter shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings, But mercy is above this sceptered sway.
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings. It is an attribute to God himself. And earthly power doth then show likest God’s When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this- That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea, Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence ‘gainst the merchant there.”

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Morning Dew

The planted plants from long ago are doing great! We’ve even sprouted new colors!

…and I caught some dew this morning! Yay!

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Bee Mine

Look at this precious honey bee searching from one teensy weed flower to the next, pollen covering his antenna, thorax and even bundles of it wrapped around his wee legs!

Of course another shot of the lily. Did you expect anything else?

I leave you with some chamber music…

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First Crinum ’21

I always take a picture of the first lily blooming each year, so here we are.

Also, look at this silly bugger, taking off like crazy!

Dormant for years, it now thrives. There must be a lesson in there somewhere.

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Emerging

I’m coming out of a hole. Digging up. While in one I never comprehend the walls and floor are dirt. That the light is low. That communication is muffled at best. There’s no love, no laughter. Numb to everything else, I bury myself in ancient reruns and audio books and the rest of the world, myself included, is shut out.

It’s not until I stick my nose above the dirt that I recognize there is a world and it’s alight with living. Because whatever I was doing was not living.

Don’t think I’m bi-polar, since this didn’t start until sometime around or after age 55. Some holes are very bad and I can’t find my way out for a month or more. Others are short, as I believe this to be. How would I know, really, since there are no timepieces in holes. I almost wrote hell. Don’t know when I dig in or how long I languish therein.

Luckily, this wasn’t a sinkhole.

I bought paint. And new drapes. Clawing my way out, one purchase at a time. I buy, therefore I am.

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