It is a cold frosty morning, the grass crunches under my feet. Blue Jay’s are screaming loudly and insistently. Don’t they always? That Cat is stalking something with deep concentration. Eyes laser-focused on his subject.
It is a cold frosty morning, the grass crunches under my feet. Blue Jay’s are screaming loudly and insistently. Don’t they always? That Cat is stalking something with deep concentration. Eyes laser-focused on his subject.
On the other side of the once clean kitchen window. I snap a few photos. The window was nicely cleaned recently by Mr. Red Dirt. These little critters have dirtied it up with their cute little paws and their nudging little noses. My daily entertainment.
It’s 5 am, the wind is no longer howling and the snow has stopped falling. A quick look at the thermometer says it is 17 degrees outside. We still have power, and that is a good thing.
In the garden of weeden. It was a grey morning and the humidity hung thick in the air as I headed out to the big garden to sit and drink my morning coffee. I rather like the overcast mornings in the garden because the colors seem so vivid and saturated and the camera loves it …
Up there on the top menu you will find my dream list, or a partial there of. I’m not talking about a serious save the world kind of list, but a fun light-hearted kind of list. Some people call them bucket lists. One of my dreams was to hold and hand-feed hummingbirds. Way back early …
I’ve heard woolly bear caterpillar winter weather predictions, for as long as I can remember. I’ve heard tales like, the more black, the harder the winter will be, and if you see them crossing the road the winter will be hard. Even if you don’t believe, I think there is something about folklore that just …
Beauty can be so elusive. Last winter I tried repeatedly, without success, to capture the red bellied woodpecker that graced our bird feeders on a regular schedule. To quote the Scarecrow from the Wizard of OZ, ” Oh Joy! Oh Rapture!” I finally caught him/her on the feeder at the front porch. Not to confuse …
Our Rose of Sharon trees are in full bloom. Hibiscus syriacus is a species of flowering plant in the family Malvaceae, native to much of Asia. Common names include Rose of Sharon, in North America, rose mallow in the UK and St. Joseph’s rod in Italy. The bees and the humming birds are attracted to …
Hi Y’all mermaid Kim here posting from Coral Cottage South. The strangest things happen at parties. Ok maybe I should say the strangest things happen to me at parties. Several years ago, Mr. Cottage and I went to a pool party hosted by the owner of a store that sold my art-work. When we arrived …
