Conk up: Tree down

I am fascinated by all things fungi.

This particular conk, Inonotus dryadeus, has been featured in my posts before.

It was growing at the base of  a huge oak in my neighbors’ yard.

Another name for this type of fungi is “white rot.”

It is a symptom of the decline of the tree it is on.

The more conks present, the more disease.

Conks are a symptom, not a cause.

Last week the tree came down,

with some help from a team of men with ropes and chain saws.

My neighbor left the conk on my stone bench because she knew I would want to keep it.

Here it is now out of the ground and upside down.

I think it is beautiful.

Maybe I could make it into a hat to match these shoes?

FLOWER

Preening on a Post

I have watched this Great Blue heron for hours.

It has stayed on this post all morning.

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Once I looked up to see the post empty.

Next time I looked, the heron was back.

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I have spent the entire morning on my computer

while my friend has spent this time preening on a post.

I tried to sneak down to the shore for a close-up,

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but it flew away…

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to another post.

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FLOW

An Amaryllis Race

Half-and-half has been declared the winner

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Half-and-half Amaryllis

in the 2019 Amaryllis Race.

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Benifica lagged behind from the start.

A beauty contest will follow shortly.

Will the late bloomer take that prize?

We shall see.

FLOWER

Make Art not Fat

I have found a new place to go for instant gratification besides my kitchen.

(Winter gives me the munchies.)

My new hang-out without food is called Studio 73.

It is located just across the Catawba River in a lovely little town named Catawba.

I gave Rose a gift certificate for time here as a Christmas gift.

I tagged along with my camera and made a project myself.

I have not been so inspired in a long time.

The walls are covered in various forms of art.

Different artists display their work here.  I was impressed by each array.

Rose and I had an enjoyable afternoon creating our own art.

She made a piece for her dorm door.

I created this camper for our entrance.

Stay tuned for another camper coming soon. I found one for the fairies.

I only hope they behave better in it than they did in their pumpkin!

You local folks need to check out this lovely Studio 73.

Just look for the giant paintbrush near the post office.

FLOW

Phishing in my Pajamas

Attention: Blogger friends

I need your help.

I have finished a book about my daughter’s life with epilepsy.

We have a blog “Seizure Mama and Rose.”

I am releasing stories from the book onto the blog to find our audience.

Could you PLEASE share the link with anyone you know

whose life has been affected by EPILEPSY.

I need to hear from them.

This is my mission, not my hobby.

https://seizuremama.wordpress.com

I have spent many mornings at my desk in my pajamas

phishing and dropping the link,

wishing I had some folks to help me.

Then I thought of all you guys. My blogger friends! Who better to find folks?

I know that should have been obvious, kind of like throwing the ball at the pins.

FLOW is slow!

Thanks for helping us,

FLOWER

Who’s Been Stealing My Compost?

I try to be a responsible Earthling.

I reuse and recycle as much as possible.

I count on my compost to replenish the soil in my gardens.

It’s one of my three dirty secrets.

My Three Dirty Secretshttps://floweralley.org/2017/10/14/my-three-dirty-secrets/

So I do not take kindly to some critter helping itself to my stash of organic trash.

This has happened twice recently, so I set up the critter camera to catch the culprit.

The sneaky stealer is to the left behind the white bucket.

Opossum at compost, wrong date , really Jan. 2019

An opossum.

I had so hoped for a raccoon!  They are much more interesting.

You get what you get.

FLOW

Life Lessons in a Bowling Alley

My family went bowling over the holidays,

the four cousins and two aunts and two uncles together.

I am a bad bowler. I used to be better, but something happened.

I watched my niece nonchalantly throw the ball at the pins which then fell down.

My dreaded turn came over and over.

I carefully aligned myself with the little brown arrows in my lane,

then watched the ball wobble toward the pins.

A few pins fell down, if I was lucky.

My score for the first game was embarrassing. (Up on the screen with my face!)

“How do you do that? ” I asked my niece.  She made it look so easy.

“I look at the pins and throw the ball at them.” she replied with a puzzled look.

FLOWER had been focusing on the floor.

I only looked at the pins after I let go of the ball,  when it was too late to matter.

My scores began to climb because I started looking at the target.

Keep your eye on the pins and throw the ball at them.

So simple!

Why didn’t I think of that?

FLOW/Aunt B