It’s becoming a habit… compiling too many photographs in one post. The pace for the summer may be set, though, be forewarned. So this is me, playing catch-up, or perhaps it’s more like stew.
And this is me two evenings this week…
Late afternoon sun on my shoulders, scanning the eastern sky for a rainbow. Tonight’s was brief and by the time I found the camera it had already melted into the clouds. Two days ago I caught a faint one after a deluge of unexpected rain.
That wasn’t the only sky event to bring me out of doors this week… I waited until 11 pm this night to see what I could capture of the legendary supermoon. Two separate photos are combined here, one of the moon itself and one of the glow.
Mama robin has hung tight throughout the storms. Crazy bird… her nest blew away twice before she got it built. Somehow it has managed to survive there through several winds and rains.
I brought the ladder in to sneak a peek from the inside.
She had some pretty strong opinions about that.
I’ll let you know how those little eggs fare.
At any given time there will be four or more robins in the yard.
One keeps a regular sentinel on the chickadee’s nest… the one that is waiting patiently on the shorter post. There are three tiny speckled eggs in there… so sweet. And a house finch made it into this shot, too. They are frequently at the feeders, along with the golds.
But it’s this little sparrow that I get the biggest kick out of.
He’ll come several times a day, tap lightly on the back of the water sprayer and then jig around to the front to catch the drip.
In other backyard news, I have the best garden I’ve ever made this year. An early spring coupled with timely rains has made it lush and beautiful.
We’ve been enjoying a variety of salads and rhubarb recipes and are looking forward to other good things soon.
And if you’ve seen these potatoes on Pinterest, I’m trying that this year. I’ve never grown potatoes before, never could justify allotting so much garden space to them but this method could remedy that. It will be an interesting experiment no matter how it turns out.
Can you think of anything worse that a beautiful pear that tastes like sawdust in your teeth?
How about a whole bowl full, same story?? I won’t be getting those from Costco again. I took a photo so I could paint them later and then threw them away. Such a waste.
Speaking of sawdust in my mouth, that’s how I feel when I read the newspaper accounts of the Edwards trial. I simply can’t read it any more. Perhaps her view will make more sense?
This was a gift from the librarians for volunteering this year.
I will enjoy it all summer, provided I remember to water it. They welcomed me back to the middle school, even though they know my kids will both be at the high school next fall. Hopeful wishing for the extra help with all the budget cuts that somedays don’t allow them to take a lunch without closing down the media center… it’s such an easy job, I’m surprised they don’t get more volunteers for that.
My other volunteer job is much longer and usually more boring. I take my laptop and type up a few more of my grandma’s letters when I go. I hear her in her writing and scarier still, I hear a lot of the phrases I still use. It’s some sort of a Nebrask-ozarkian twist passed down through the generations, not necessarily good English. I recently read about when my dad came into the picture. I’ve heard it before but it’s a different picture coming from the mother-in-law. I love it. I’m going to miss those Tuesdays with grandma over the summer.
And for the last little drop in today’s stew, I’ve been taking a photo a day of this allium plant and posting it over at my photo blog. It’s been a great challenge for me to find new ways to photograph the same thing day in and day out.
Someday soon I may try to combine both blogs into one new fresh start. I’ll let you know if I do.
