We had a big day yesterday here in the USA.
A total eclipse traveled across the country from Oregon to South Carolina.
My family drove down to an empty field in South Carolina to experience it
with the crickets, cicadas and roosters.
I wanted to see what nature would do. People are too noisy.
Insects and birds reacted as if on cue. It was lovely.
The adventure did not end when we got home.
My husband’s cactus knew it was a new moon, too.
After thirty years of waiting and one “dud bud” last August,
it finally bloomed. It had one big ruffly white flower.
I saw it was about to open last night, while I was hanging laundry in the dark.
Mr. Flower and I teamed up to produce these photos at 5:30 AM.
He stood on a bucket and I held the flashlight.
We enjoy the simple things here. The sun disappearing, hearing panicked roosters screaming, hanging laundry in the dark, a flower blooming before dawn…
You know the real stuff.
This is NOT how I intended this to turn out.
I have been very pleased with the new placement of Colocasia escuelenta/ Coffee cups/ West Indian Kale near the small fish pond.
I intended to write a post about moving plants until you and the plant are both happy.
Well, now there is a third party involved.
The oak tree above is full of munching little caterpillars.
If you look up, you see naked limbs.
If you look down, you see feces. Now the water in the cups has the color of coffee. Yuck!
So thus the name of the post, in honor of Thomas Crapper of Chelsea. The owner of an early lavatory manufacturer in London.
My OCD self keeps flushing the leaves with water. No pun intended.
make me some seeds
dust from my kind
you do the deed.
fly through the blooms
and make me a perfect match.
For pistil make it some pollen
For stamen we’ll need something with wings
Bee, well you bring the pollen
and I’ll give you nectar for every fling.
make me some seeds
dust from my kind
you do the deed
Day after day I sit here all alone
find some pollen to fert. my ov’.
FLOWER on the Roof
I have been watching this one for days.
I have been wondering how it could possibly fly with that tattered wing.
It has been feeding on the butterfly bush along with all the perfect butterflies.
I watched it fly this morning.
No bobbing, swooping or gliding like the normal butterfly flight.
It was rapidly beating its wings, no meandering.
This one was all business about staying up and going somewhere.
Thank you sister. You are today’s inspiration.
FLOWER can fly again, too.
What a lovely spot to wait for lunch!
This Crab Spider needs no web. She is waiting for her food to be delivered.
She patiently sits inside this Hoya bloom
for an unsuspecting moth to stop by for a snack.
Then the moth becomes a meal.
Seems like the moth should notice the carcass dangling below.
My three passions are purple, red and wild.
These flowers are so complex.
I am fascinated by their structure.
The insects love them, too.
The Hummer loves the red.
FLOWER loves her vines.
If I had wings, I would have two sets.
They would be shiny, but sturdy.
The veins would be silver. The film between would be clear as glass.
I would be able to fly up, down, sideways, backwards and also hover.
My wings would work in tandem and independently, so I could do tricks in the sky.
I would fly fast and fly far until I found a lovely garden full of flowers.
Then I would land on something pointy and pose for pictures.
I would smile with my chitinous teeth
and look at the camera with my 30,000 lenses.
FLOWER dreams of being a dragon fly.
I am surrounded by cuteness.
Most people think bunnies are cute,
but I think bugs are also cute.
I think it is precious that something so tiny is busy doing its job in the garden.
The bunnies, however, do not seem the least bit concerned
with doing anything productive.
I guess when you are that cute, you don’t need to concern yourself with a purpose.
I guess their cuteness is their purpose.
I wish I were that cute!
I love Pineapple Lilies/Eucomis.
If you don’t have enough space for these beauties,
try a little Aloha lily instead.
They are perfectly happy in a pot.
Keep them watered with a weak fertilizer.
I love their little pink “pineapples.”