Throwback Thursday to a different bat; same creepiness factor, though
Tiny rustling sound
Why does this keep happening?
Bats belong outdoors!
One More Down
Category Archives: Seasonal
Sneaky Bandit
Tomato hornworm, AKA five-spotted hawkmoth (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manduca_quinquemaculata)
I found you, you thief!
Stealing my green tomatoes
And creeping me out.
Yummy tomatoes.
I’m having a real feast here.
Thank you, gardener!
The Kid Comes to Visit
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. ~John Vance Cheney, American poet and librarian
Dallas here.
The Kid (AKA Domer) came home on Saturday, and I nearly jumped out of my skin with excitement!
Me and my kid together again
Happy Birthday to Me
They say that age is all in your mind. The trick is keeping it from creeping down into your body. ~Author unknown
I’m the birthday girl
Celebrating all day long
Have some cake with me!
Better Luck Next Year
Gardening is cheaper than therapy and you get tomatoes. ~Author Unknown
What a difference a year makes!
Last year, for the first time, I decided to try growing a tomato plant.
It succeeded. In spades.
Help Me ID Her
What a significance wild flowers have, more than the tamed productions of the garden! They seem Heaven’s own messengers sent straight to man to bear glad tidings of universal and undying love. ~Henry James Slac, English journalist
What is this beauty?
She arises every year
Unplanned, yet welcome.
Another Loss
For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver. ~Martin Luther, German professor of theology
A knot
Just big enough for a little girl’s rear
To sit astride, pretending she’s riding a pony.
A hole in its trunk
Ideal for concealing notes and trinkets
Meant for sharing with friends.
A canopy of shady branches
Perfect for three girlfriends to lie beneath
And find pictures in the passing clouds,
While whistling with the helicopter seeds.
Four trunks wide enough
To camouflage two Hide-n-Seekers
Watching ‘It’ and gauging when
It’s safe to race for Home.
Halloween brought friendly mischief
In the form of toilet papering,
That rite of passage in small towns
Delighting teens and vexing parent cleaner-uppers.
Countless birds and squirrels
Made nests and raised young here.
Cats became frozen statues at its base
Waiting and watching for something to fall down.
Mother Nature can be wrathful
Whipping up a wicked summer storm
That fells trees and costs homeowners
Not only money but memories.
Note: This Silver Maple sits on the property line between our house and our next-door neighbor. It was immense when I was a child, and part of me expected it to live forever. Sadly, a storm thought differently — two years after Domer’s Sugar Maple blew over. R.I.P., old friend.
Too Busy to Caw
All sorrows are less with bread. ~Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote
Found a piece of bread
Wrestled it across the lawn
“Mine, all mine!” he said.
Swooping In
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. ~Anne Lamott, American novelist
Dallas here.
It’s happened again. We got a BAT in the house!
Mother’s Day, 2018
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. ~Washington Irving, American writer
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his. ~Oscar Wilde, Irish poet
Happy Mother’s Day! Remember, even if you don’t have children, you’re probably mothering something, whether it’s a pet, a garden, or even a novel. Thanks so much for accompanying me on my writer’s path!
