I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
I always bring books with me to the garden bench, but I am surprised by how often I put them down, compelled to gaze around me instead. I go from reading words on a page to reading what God has written in this small garden. Read it for yourself!
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
The earth is the LORD’S, and the fulness thereof;
The world, and they that dwell therein.
Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.
Who is this King of glory? The LORD, strong and mighty, the LORD, mighty in battle.
Lift up your heads, O ye gates..and the King of glory shall come in.
Who is this King of glory? The LORD of hosts, he is the King of glory. Selah.
When your garden and the creatures who pass through it speak the psalms to you.
I think it’s bedtime; I shall dream of deleting this in the morning.
I wonder if anyone ever had girl twins that they named Flora and Fauna? Surely somebody has done it by now. Flora probably wouldn’t mind, but Fauna (poor girl) might wish her parents hadn’t been so whimsical.
Be that as it may, I have gotten off track already. My intention is to show you some of the Flora and Fauna I’ve captured with my camera on our property lately. There might be a poem at the end, so persevere.
I think she noticed the camera and is posing for me. You tell your stories and I’ll tell mine.
Why are rabbits so adorable? It makes it hard to hate them when they eat up your lettuces and such.
I realize that this is neither flora nor fauna, but it sets the stage for what comes next, which involves fauna.
We have a perfectly good bird bath, but this bird preferred our fountain. First he got his bearings. And then…
…he took a splish-splash bath! ‘Twas quite exciting on a quiet afternoon. And now for the flora part of this tour.
The clematis are glorious! Even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Ukrainian Irises have raised their showy purple/blue heads in triumph over the perennial garden, saying “The garden party can start now!” And indeed, it has.
The Monarda is more demure, making a quiet statement of beauty.
These guys (how could I have forgotten their name?) are ready to burst into bloom.
The coneflowers are biding their time. “What’s the rush?” I heard them saying to the irises.
Flora and Fauna
Are God’s primadonnas.
In the backyard choir,
None sing higher.
With feathers and fur,
And petals galore,
It’s a fabulous show –
Get outside and go!
I’ll probably have to delete this Blora and Bauna post in the morning.
We have a largish fountain in the front yard and a smallish one in the back (an embarrassment of fountain riches). For the first time in 20 years of living here, our tiny little ponds have attracted a pair of mallards.
Is it just me, or is her beak longer than his? Lately, the mister has been showing up by himself, which makes me wonder if his lady love is nesting nearby. Will they bring their darling ducklings to our pond? Is that a good thing? They’re fun to watch, but it’s not all glistening green necks and plump feathery bodies on orange legs and feet. They’re also leaving their ducky calling cards on the edge of our front fountain. What if their new habitat catches on and we have a veritable mallard tourism site in the years to come?
Stay tuned.
In the meantime, I’ve developed quite the relationship with a rabbit doe who likes our perennial garden. I call her “Willow.” You ask how I know she’s a she? I was privy to a very public courtship between Willow and an ardent admirer of hers. Although she rebuffed his advances, he kept chasing her around the garden. When he’s not around, she comes surprisingly close to me, perhaps it’s because I’ve honed my sedentary skills to an art and I seem more like an unmoving part of the garden landscape. As much as we’ve hit it off, I have strongly discouraged her attempts to build a nest in the garden by putting our scare owl in the hole she started to dig. Sorry, Willow. I like you but I can’t have you ruining our garden.
Willow eats our dandelions, which endears her to me.
I’ll probably use a scare owl to ruin this post in the morning.
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