Thursday, June 5, 2014

post 988

no gooses
no lakes
no ducks
no snakes
no hooks
or yarn
no doilies 
nothing made on a spoon

Appalachian sun Drops

variegated hosta

the ever spreading Gooseneck Loosestrife

moth flower

stacked sedum
that if it does well can reach down to the ground

maybe the Trumpet flower vine will survive here....nothing else has!!

the trees are sooooo big
lots of rain and good weather

purple sun spots and all

just the garden
in sun and shade
on a pretty day in

Friday, May 2, 2014

the end of the week...

posted these everywhere else....

so I may as well post them here too

think I may have "doilied" myself to satisfaction!!!!
until I see the next one

I got some fabric out this morning
let's see what that brings!!!

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

wet, almost wordless wednesday....

because of a slight shift in the direction of the storm we have been spared the winds and the tornados
but the amount of water that has fallen on us today has been spectacular
it;s running out from under the house like someone turned a tap on

and down the sides

the ditch at the bottom of the garden is filling up

and during a brief lull in the downpours
sammy came out to have a snack

and the swan floated right onto the next door lawn...

she's all alone and it still breaks my heart

the water is up over the neighbour's wall and the geese went with it!!!
so nothing to complain about 

Monday, April 28, 2014


the blue ones are known as bluettes, or johnnie-jump-up, the lime green is euonymus, and the purple is ajuga......
 bless you!!!!! 

Friday, April 25, 2014

fire in the sky and... a stud in a rug...

fire in the sky one evening

to be picked up in the Japanese Maple
who's back in all its glory... no, no tinkling sound upon arrival, just departure!!!

and the first sighting of babies....
 (bad shot as I hurried to capture them and they were running for cover as it was beginning to rain...)

on a grey rainy day

that's good for the new flowers at the bottom of the steps

and then...

and then...

and then.... he came..
he flew right by me make sure I saw him
and landed 
and said
I'm back woman...
your stud in a rug...
my cat bird, or his grandson, who knows
there's a cat bird in the garden 
 can it all be bad?
but he's back to make me smile...

( he's a stud in a rug because it looks like he's wearing a toupee on his noggin... and he likes to thinks he's a stud...don't they all???!!!)