Trouble Visits Fairyland

Oh yes, there’s trouble!  With a capital G.

A garden ghoul has been seen wondering around in the fairy garden.

I hope the fairies keep their door locked.

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She is making herself right at home.

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Checking out everything.

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I hope she’s not thinking of moving into the neighborhood.

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Whoa! Get that chick some undies. (Look away children.)

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Oh good. It looks like she is leaving.

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Wait. What is this?  Mushrooms? She planted mushrooms in the fairy tree.

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I bet they are poisonous.

Oh yes, there’s trouble!

FLOWER

 

PARENTS ONLY BELOW

There are three of these by Monster High.( Beetrice, Lumina and Wingrid )The other two (not my Wingrid) only have two arms. Some tiny accessories may need to be stored in a “magic supplies box.”

My Marching Friends

I am proud of my marching friends.

Wearing red in Raleigh, North Carolina.

The people taking the message to their government.

The education of our children is OUR future.

We need to invest more. Respect more. Test less.

I started teaching high school biology in 1984.

It was the best department ever. My peers are still my friends.

My next position was in a community college. I was the night shift.

It was lonely, but wonderful.

Then there was middle school. The hardest job ever.

When I finish the book I am writing, I may write Seven Years in Eighth Grade.

My personality in combination with that job ruined my health.

I had my doctor’s cell number.

I have realized that I am a shepherd, not just a teacher.

I know my sheep and they know me.

It started out great. Teams and teamwork. Science budget. Supplies.

TASC training thanks to Duke University and Glaxo-Smith-Cline.

Then came the testing, and charting , and graphing scores.

The money and science disappeared. In its place was testing and testing and testing.

I went back to teaching college again. It was great, but I was tired and damaged.

I cannot go back. This I know.

But my heart is still in the learning, the caring, the science.

I had to leave my sheep to save myself.

So I watch the marchers with hope and guilt.

Hope for better pay, more money for supplies, more respect for all, getting back to the subjects instead of the scores.

These shepherds need help with all those little sheep of OURS.

Our flock is OUR future.

 

Red FLOWER

 

My Many Affairs with John Steinbeck

I met John when I was in the ninth grade. He was too old and wise for me.

His Grapes of Wrath was too detailed and wordy. I only liked the “Turtle Chapter.”

Years later, I was so engrossed in the Joads’ struggles that I skipped the turtle.

We met again while I was in college. His Red Pony broke my heart.

The short story “Junius Maltby” made me a more empathetic teacher.

I read The Log from the Sea of Cortez while in graduate school.

I could smell the sea and hear the seagulls.  It was such an adventure.

An older,  fellow biologist sharing his life at sea.

“Travels with Charley” took me places I had never been while in my thirties.

I am traveling with Charley again. I have been to these places now.

My experienced eyes recognize the land and the people.

He has been a great traveling companion over the years.

Now I know, he was not some brilliant, mysterious, older man.

He was just a real person looking closely at life and recording it for the rest of us,

who were too young, inexperienced or busy to notice these things for ourselves.

I still love him,

but now we are just friends.

FLOWER

Shopping During a Storm

yI know, I complained about them last spring in “Double, Double, Toil and Trouble.”

https://floweralley.org/?s=peonies

Maybe they have changed…or I have changed.

My plan was to cut some of each type of flower to bring into the house.

My mother was coming.   She cannot walk the gardens anymore,

so I wanted her to see the blooms up close by bringing them in.

I have those eleven vases, you see.

https://floweralley.org/?s=eleven+vases

My daughter and I went shopping on Friday evening.  A violent storm hit while we were away.

Hundreds of my flowers were beaten down by the rain and wind.

Instead of cutting flowers for my vases on Saturday morning, I was cutting them to clean up.

By Saturday evening, only a few iris were left.  There were a few Columbine stems.

The only flowers worth their weight were those double peonies.

The very one that I complained about staking last spring.

Bowed, but held in the storm.

They filled one vase the iris another and that was enough.

Sometimes it takes just the right flower.

Not the large number, just a few.

Like friends.

Worth their weight in gold when you need them.

My apologies to my new friend the Duchess de Nemours Peony.

FLOWER

 

Saving Sea Turtles

I have always loved reptiles and amphibians.  Their little faces are so cute. They seem to be tiny dinosaurs. They have personality. Quit running from them and make friends.

My favorite part of my visit to Florida was not the gardens.  It was my time spent at the Loggerhead Marinelife Center in Palm Beach County.  Maybe I should be turtlealley.

This organization was started by a Eleanor Fletcher decades ago. She noticed turtle hatchlings heading toward land instead of seaward. She studied sea turtles and started teaching classes.

Now this nonprofit is located at Juno Beach which is considered the most active nesting beach in the world. The dark dots on the map are nests of different species of turtles.

I was surrounded by passionate turtle lovers there.  Many were volunteers.

The recovering turtles had names. Each one’s medical history and progress were known by the workers. They stood by the tanks and talked about each patient like it was a friend.

I saw several turtles get shots.

One big guy was loaded onto a stretcher

and taken inside to be treated and given an IV.

I felt like I was in a well-run Emergency Room.  It’s a miracle!!!

Many of the patients had been found stranded by an ailment or injury.

One had gorged himself on shells and was bloated with fragments.  They showed the bottles of fragments.

Another had a hole clear through its carapace that needed mending.

The saddest one of all was so sick that it stopped swimming, so that barnacles and other epibiota grew on its back and weighed it down.

It is a great place for school children to go visit. They will care more about turtles because they actually know some.

I really did not want to leave, but the bunnies would not like it if I hadn’t come home.

Creatures great and small, the FLOWER loves them all.

FLURTLE

 

 

James J. Smith’s Bonsai Gallery at Heathcote Gardens

Heathcote Botanical Gardens is located in the Treasure Coast section of Florida.

The James J. Smith Bonsia Gallery is located there.  This is the largest collection of tropical bonsai in the United States.

Bougainvillea(1998)

I marveled at the craftsmanship and time it must have taken to create such specimen. I took a photo of the information on Bonsai. Click on it to enlarge it, if you are interested in reading it.

Here are just a few of the dozens of tiny trees.

Crepe Myrtle (2002)
Black Olive (1992)
Water Jasmine/ Wrightia religiosa (1990)
Water Jasmine in bloom
Bougainvillea (1989)

I especially loved the trees in bloom. They were like magical , trees from a fairyland.

Dwarf Jade/ Portulaca afra (1961)

This Surinam Cherry even had fruit on it.  It was my favorite.

Surinam Cherry/ Eugenia uniflora
Surinam Cherry fruit
Surinam Cherry branch

I wish I were tiny and cute.

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Cat Private Eyes and Lizard Spies

Mr. Flower and I recently visited the beautiful but not so peaceful

Heathcote Botanical Gardens in Fort Pierce Coast, Florida.

The gardens are all themed and connected by shady walkways.

I truly enjoyed wondering along the paths and examining the flowers.

But I could not shake the feeling of being watched.

I slowed my paced and quieted my breaths.

Yes. I heard tiny footfalls through the vegetation.

Yes,  there were little eyes peeking out at me.  Were they guarding the bonsai?

Not only that, I was being followed.  I was tailed by one pursuer, then another.

Every time I turned around with my camera, my stalker would sit down and look the other way.

I even tried to hide in the facilities, but there were eyes everywhere!

This lasted longer than Mr. Flower’s patience. He wanted to get on the road toward home.

While I was running for my life, he was lounging on this lovely bench.

He cared nothing about my being spied upon.  When I pointed out the culprits, he only laughed.

He wouldn’t know a good mystery if it jumped down from the tree and bit him.

I guess I should share some flower photos from Heathcote Botanical Gardens.

Stay tuned for more.

FLOWER in no Fool.

The Bluestone of Boaz Vaadia

There was a visiting sculpture exhibit at the Ann Norton Sculpture Garden.

The art was by an Israeli-American, Boaz Vaadia (1951 – 2017).

Sculptures were displayed on the lawn. They appeared friendly and playful.

Yo’ah with Dog by Boaz Vaadia

Small, bluestone homonids were posed doing various tasks.

Shimshon by Boaz Vaadia

Some were accompanied by their little bluestone dogs.

Each little stone man had personality.  I am sure the folks that work there (and the bird) will miss these little guys when they move on to their next location.

This Boaz Vaadia exhibit at the Ann Norton Sculpture Gardens was supposed to end on May 6, 2018.  I am so glad we got to see it.

FLOWER