Saturday, June 25, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Bees are creatures of habit and very task oriented. There is a portion of the meadow that I mow that runs up into the grove near the hives. As I mow, the bees continue their work of flying in and out of the hives in a bee line; a straight, unwaivering, line from point A to B. They are not deterred by my presence. They bounce off of my head as I intersect their flight plan.
There are some bees whose job it is to guard the hive. As I completed this shoot, one of these bees took their job a bit too seriously and chased me all the way across the meadow, over the driveway and into the circle garden before peeling off and heading home.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
And then, as the sun places it's last kiss on the evening sky, a blur of blue says goodnight.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
The first out are the white blooms. Fluffy and clean with a peek of pink in the center. They smell divine. A soft rose-like fragrance that travels on a spring evening breeze.
And as they fade, they are replaced by pops of pink. Mop top fun. Their fragrance is subtle but spicy. A little wink.
I did not plant these beauties. They are 70 years old or more.
I simply put them to bed every fall and wait on bated breath for their return every spring.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
I planted some scotch moss and a tiny campanula in an old enamel basin I had found in the woods one day. I thought it might light this trouble spot with brilliant green and a bit of blue. It was...nice. I moved it the next day.
I found a sand colored Buddha at the garden center. He seemed to want to come home with me and so I, thought, I might have a place for him.
I set him down just next to the planted basin in that spot that, by now, had become a sore spot.
He sat....and we waited. And the tree dressed him in her snowy petals. The garden knew all along.