Iridescent green. All he needs is racing stripes.
One hungry caterpillar in search of dinner.
When the weather is so beautiful, it’s hard to stay out of the garden. Last week, some largish rocks were moved as part of a minor bed renovation. Underneath were the first snakes of the season — two very bleary worm snakes very much in need of some caffeine.
One of the unfortunate things about our house is that birds tend to fly full out into its windows. A goldfinch did just that this morning. Flopping around and reeling from the concussion, ny husband placed him, ever-so-gently, out of the way of snakes and the hot sun. After about two hours, he had recovered enough to fly away.
The sky is cloudless and the temperatures are already in the 80s with the sun is just over the yard arm. The magenta wild phlox caught my eye rolling down the road to the recycling center. It was a given that when I got back, the camera and I were taking a walk down the road. I’d also seen the leaves of crested iris poking some 3-4 inches above the leaf litter, but didn’t expect to see any flowers until later this month. Surprisingly, many of them on the darker, cooler north slopes were blooming. Of course, native dogwoods were in their white glory today, their flowers capturing sunlight filtering through the quickly closing canopy.
A favorite moon phase captured with a dramatic spring sunset and forest silhouette.
The sun has returned to the Ouachitas, along with highs in the 80s. A perfect day to get into the garden for spring cleaning the dried stalks left from last year, as well as transplanting lavender, a volunteer sunflower and adding more soil and mulch to existing beds.
Among the discoveries today was a split open poke sallet stem, dried and bleached through last fall and winter, with its spongy interior mostly gone, but its ribs were left.
A short walk later was a beautifully gnarled, mossed and lichen-ed underside of a tree, which, last year, had been a useful perch for an eager chipmunk.
On the deck, a grapevine waited on the deck for some ground to call its own. The setting sun made the veining in its leaves stand out.