I fear the endless nighttime serenades of my neighborhood mockingbirds will be turning into a full on symphony soon.
A year ago, some natural force brought a couple of larkspur plants to my back yard. I saved the seeds and threw them in my garden. I now have several of these beauties to keep me happy for a few days. Some of them are about 4 feet high.
My purple perennials have announced their presence: Pincushion flower; catnip; salvia; spiderwort; Siberian iris; and blue indigo flower.
I agree with other posts about the spectacular iris season this year. Probably hard to tell, but I’m a big fan of the purple. This year I’m especially excited to show off my new red iris, a gift from my friend Hao.
The best thing about an iris is how easy it is to share. The next best thing is how long they survive. All of mine were gifts from others. The gold irises were a gift from my aunt who got them from my grandmother who in turn got hers from a former OU professor. It is iris season so be sure to share your photos!
In chapter 2 of things that are getting done now that there is a pandemic: a portion of my backyard fence, which needed to be replaced, caught on fire this afternoon. The Norman FD has no idea how or why, but its best guess is some combo of wind, utility wires, old trees and possibly a squirrel. (We looked, but no body. ) The fire burned the length of three fence panels and along the entire back of my shed before my neighbor (Paul ) smelled it and alerted me. Paul and I got the flames out, but the FD checked out everything to be sure. Always grateful and thankful for good (and alert ) neighbors and our first responders.
It’s kind of hard to get much done in the garden when you have a wannabe puma on the hunt.
The gardeners finally showed up. Ali Cat and Gray-C tended the catnip. Mango specializes in rock gardening. Sparky “supervises.”
The poster child for “Working at Home”
It’s the weekend and we’re feeling adventurous. Some go sunbathing sans sunscreen. Some check out the high dive. And some throw shade.
If you need a break from breaking news, find the nearest redbud tree and look up. Or admire the inside of a tulip, check out a dandelion up close, or marvel at a baby caterpillar feeding on fennel. Our lives may be significantly different right now, but some time in my back yard today sure lifted my spirits. Hope these photos do the same for you!
A couple of years ago, I bought a 3-tier kitty condo to quarantine Mango and later Sparky when they were transitioning from outdoor to indoor status. Ali Cat recent discovered it and has decided it’s the perfect place to self quarantine. It has a soft warm bed and a window view, and the other cats think it’s “kitty jail” so leave her alone.
The look on Sparky’s face when I repeated the PetSmart clerk’s passing comment while checking out: “I hope we don’t close like they have done in some other states.”
Score! I bought one roll ($1.59 ) and left the remaining three rolls on the shelf for some other panicked shopper. Amazingly, this cost more than gas, now priced at $1.49 at the Circle K by NHS.
The art of working from home: Sparky checks the roof, installs a satellite dish, cleans the gutters and smells for gas leaks.
The art of social distancing.
Following winter’s chill, daffodils burst on the scene while nature emerges from hibernation. Some emerge more slowly than others.
The Great Lynx emerges from a snow drift. Oh, never mind. It’s just Sparky, wondering if breakfast is ready yet.
Top: “Yeah, we have no idea where he went.” Bottom: “And I plan to keep it that way!”
I used to leave a kitty cup on my porch in the winter in case any strays or TNR cats needed shelter from the storm. I may have to rethink that.
My offering for Christmas dinner this year: salted caramel chocolate pecan pie. Just because you’re nutty doesn’t mean you can’t step up your game.
In the early 1960s, my father went from reserve status to active duty (US Army ) due to the Berlin Wall crisis. Our family arrived in what was “West Germany” on my 6th birthday. This year I was privileged to visit unified Germany and especially Berlin, no longer a divided city. Today marks the 30th anniversary of the wall’s demise. The remnants include a powerful memorial to those who lost their lives trying to escape. As you can see, some of were very young. I also posted some photos of related scenes, such as the souvenir booth selling gas masks, the Trabi museum, and some Communist-era art from the old “East German” part of the city.
On Halloween I stayed up late and waited for the arrival of the Great Pumpkin. Instead, I got this. Trick or treat.