Just two little treasures picked up recently at second-hand shops.
Good morning, friends, how in the world are you?
I downloaded photos from two sources this morning in preparation for blogging. The photos on my SLR camera? All birds and fish. The photos on my phone? All kinds.
I was sitting in just the spot I am sitting now when I looked out the window and saw an almost grown up male cardinal at the feeder, utterly charming, with his *not quite red* feathers grown in. I took about 20 pictures of him.
And then a hummingbird, too.
And a sweet little tufted tit mouse with reptilian toes. All from the same seat and out the same windows. How very convenient! You don’t even have to step foot outside to see nature.
Then, later on, I was down on the dock over the pond and a Solitary Sandpiper came for a visit. He bobbed his tail up and down as he walked the perimeter of the pond looking for food.
Look how camouflaged he is. Look at his back leg compared to the grasses growing right next to it, the same green color with dark pink. His white breast matches the rocks and the gray of his feathers matches the ground. A marvel.
Solitary Sandpipers are not frequent visitors so it thrilled my heart to have my camera ready for a photo or two. or 30.
Last but not least of the bird photos…..two more juvenile birds. I think these are young Rose-breasted Grosbeaks. Two of them came together to the edge of the pond for a bath.
I laughed. It’s so fun to see what bird life has been hiding in nests around the property.
The small pond has lily pads growing in it now and as I was sitting on the dock I kept hearing sharp snapping sounds, almost like someone breaking in half a thin dry stick. It made my head go back and forth as I tried to figure out what I was hearing in different locations of the pond. Eventually I figured out that the sound was being made by FISH.
They were slowly swimming to the surface of the water underneath their lily pad of choice and either grabbing it, or biting it, or pulling it, (I don’t know) as fast as a fraction of a second. Somehow what they were doing was making a popping sound. Were they eating something? Having fun? I have no idea– but I would love to know. It went on all day every 20-30 seconds.
This photo is so blurry but I still like it. Sarah asked if we could walk in the woods and to our joy, Sammy the cat quickly caught up with us.
This tiny spider stopped me in my tracks. Sarah kept saying, “Mom, let’s GO,” but for the life of me I couldn’t (and still can’t) figure out WHAT THIS SPIDER HAD CAUGHT. It’s web wasn’t even complete and still looked perfect. And it caught this thing, bigger and heavier than the spider himself. As I looked, the spider became nervous and carried it’s prize as fast as it’s 8 legs could run to the edge of his web on a tree twig. A white/gray blob with black triangular legs. I hope it tastes good.
(On the dock over the pond.)
I just finished Pecos Bill, a 1935 silver Newbery Honor book. It was fun and I read several of the chapters out loud to Rich in the car.
But really the photo is all about how adorable Sarah and Sherlock look as they peer into the water side by side.
I sat in a lawn chair on the dock all day on Saturday, running up to the house now and then for food or a bathroom break. It made me smile to see who (besides the dog) would visit it me most often. The winner?
Dave. My Dave.
He even brought down his dinner to eat next to me. He made it himself, a pasta dish with homemade alfredo sauce, celery, mushrooms, and garlic. He also made garlic sour dough toast to go with it. “You have to rub both sides of the bread with a garlic clove.” I wasn’t hungry because I had just ate half a box of crackers as I read my book, but he so very gently hinted several times that he wanted me to try it that I eventually followed him up to the kitchen for some. “And it was very good.”
David also made pizza and cookies this weekend. He was creative with the cookies. He made the dough for chocolate chip, but because we didn’t have any chips (I know, can you believe it?) he substituted a cup of PB protein powder. It made the dough taste just like PB cookie dough and it baked up just fine, too! I told him he should write to the protein powder company to tell them.
David works out daily and tries to create different drinks using protein powder.
David has also been charming my heart by doing calligraphy on his covered text books for school. He told me yesterday as he worked on “US History” with a pen and a sharpie that a girl in his school asked him to do her books for 20 dollars but he said “No.”
(BTW, Jacob if you are reading this David said that Mr. S asked and begged if he could call Dave “Dives” but Dave said “No.”) LOL
The other day I stopped to take a photo of my pretty pink morning glories and Walter the kitten jumped out at me, scared me, and then made a face.
Orange title, orange cup, orange cat-tail
Very tired kitten with Caleb
(Lea Ann, don’t read this part) She’s jealous because I keep talking about THE PEACH TREE THAT WE GREW WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING IT!!!!! My mom calls me the Accidental Gardener because I complain about my gardening skills and then still end up growing a peach tree. We first noticed a strange tree growing by the porch last year, in fact, I specifically remember it was at Grace’s graduation party and Colleen was here and we were talking about this tree and trying to figure out what it was.
Well, fast forward to this spring when it BLOSSOMED. Now I’m really intrigued and keep a close eye on it. Eventually, to our amazed eyes, it grew PEACHES, so many peaches that the branches bent over with heavy fruit.
We don’t think its a coincidence that it grew right next to Parker the Dog’s favorite digging spot in my flower bed (SO annoying!). We think that probably Rich ate a peach and threw the pit over the railing and then the dog, in digging in his spot, buried the pit. And it grew and grew and bore a crop of peaches this summer.
I said, “Mom, they are still hard.” And she said, “It’s peach season I’m sure you need to pick them. Put them in paper bags for a few days and they will soften.”
Now that I’m 40 I know that I should always promptly and without hesitation do whatever mom tells me to do, so I went right outside and put Sarah to work.
She could simply reach her arm over the railing and pick peaches!!!!
And to no one’s surprise Mom was right! After a few days we started eating them out of the paper bag and they were as juicy and peachy as any old peach in the store……even better.
I have since realized I have a vine of white gourds growing in the same garden that I didn’t plant. It’s another accidental gardening situation. The moral of the story is don’t be afraid to throw pumpkins, pits, and old fall gourds over your porch railing. You’ll grow things.
We have since picked every single peach and I bought a case of canning jars. stay tuned!
Of course, it’s not ALL fun and games around here.
Unless you’re Walter the kitten.