Several years ago we bought this piece of yard art at the antique store at the Carlow crossroad. It has a semi-permanent spot in one corner of our backyard. Longhorns aren’t known for wearing flowers but the iris flower leaned over just right to dress him up.
I drive past this hedgerow nearly every day. It has always intrigued me because of its uniformity of height and size. More because of its scale, stretching all the way across the concession from one road to the next for a mile. A mile. At some time a farmer made the time and expense and sweat equity to plant this living fence, this living wall. I honour that fellow for taking on and completing such a huge task. This wall breaks the wind, settles blowing snow and soil, adds beauty and colour, provides habitat, made for a good subject.
At the time I did not realize that a cardinal was in the frame. Look just above and to the left of my copyright.
While Achilles lays quietly, Stella trots by on an important errand. Namely, coming to the deck and bumping her head up under my hand.
I visited Faye out in the field last Sunday. While waiting for the planting crew to finish the pass and break for lunch I came across this Great Egret standing in a drainage canal. It held this pose long enough for me to capture it.
Actually, I flatter myself that it held the pose. It was hunting and had no care whatsoever that I was present.
The female Baltimore Oriole is a frequent visitor to this feeder. She vigilantly monitors our movements and flies away if we move too much.
Our redbud tree was in bloom a couple weeks ago. Our chairs beckoned us to take our ease yet this year the opportunity escaped us. Next year we will correct this oversight.
It’s been a hectic week-plus. Faye put in over 100 hours of work in eleven days. In addition to my contributions to household management I needed to keep the garden alive and try to keep up the many, many other talents she so enthusiastically and ably contributes to keeping our home running and in such fine shape. My appreciation of all you do, sweetie, is doubly, triply reinforced during these times. Life is a journey and along the way it’s important to stop, look around, see, smell, hear, and appreciate all that we are given.
Now that Fayes’ done working I’ll pick up the pace of my blogging a little.
I had never heard of this little amethyst gem before coming to Canada. I’m blessed that Faye planted this one in our backyard before we met, it’s a beautiful flower.
My marvellous, tireless, spirited wife has finished planting. One hundred plus hours in nine days. Faye is taking a well earned sleep-in this morning.
Taken and posted with the PlayBook
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