Follow the Fliers!
My Friends the Fliers
Author: Flower Roberts
Admiring a Red Admiral
It’s butterfly time in the garden.
I especially like this colorful fellow, the Red Admiral/ Vanessa atalonta.
He must have stopped by on his way somewhere else.
Rested and drank from some garlic flowers.
Before moving on.
We enjoyed the brief visit.
The FLOWER loves fliers.
My Faith and Fungi
Words are not enough for me.
We make up words. We translate words from other languages.
We misinterpret words. We twist words or give them a spin.
When I want to know the truth about something; I consult my mother, Nature.
Life here ends in death. All things that live on Earth die.
I wondered about what is next for all living things. Not just we people.
I had another friend go to the other side. Too fast and too soon.
I have a lot of loved ones on the other side.
The longer we live, the more there will be crossing over without us.
Life is so much more than atoms and cells and energy.
I stumbled upon a stump during my wanderings and wonderings.
There on the dead relic of a tree were many types of fungi.
Taking what was left of the tree, now gone, and recycling it into molecules.
Using the stump to grow, decomposing the remnants into raw materials
to return to the soil, to nurture another life.
If our world has a process to recycle a tree stump using fungi and bacteria,
there must be a re-purposing for something as precious as a spirit.
Peace People.
We See What We Look For
It has been a hard week for the FLOWER.
It was my plan to remove every weed
from every garden and then to re-mulch all the flower beds.
So this has been “Weed Week.”
I couldn’t have more weeds if I had planted and tended them.
So my focus this week has been on the weeds.
This morning I forced myself, the FLOWER, to go out to my garden and
focus on the FLOWERS!
You see, when you look for bad, you see bad.
When you look for beauty, you will find beauty.
You may even find a bunny or two as well.
ALL these photos were taken this morning. No weeds allowed.
Enjoy!
What weeds?
Fascinated by Fungi
Anxious in August
When the Dogwood berries start to turn, I get anxious.
No calendar needed. August is ending.
It is almost time to start back to school.
For a teacher this means wrap up loose ends.
There will be no more free time until June.
This is my second year of not teaching, but I still get anxious.
It is a sort of “nesting” behavior, like during pregnancy.
Get it done NOW.
Clean out that closet, write those Thank You notes…
Get ready, finish up, get ready, finish up…
Unlike last year, there are no trips planned. No getting ready.
My page is empty. Totally blank.
I must choose what to do next? Where will I go? Where will I land?
Do not envy this freedom. It is intimidating. It is lonely. I have no tribe.
I am afraid of this clean slate. The canvas is blank.
I must reinvent myself again.
Another era has ended.
A new day is dawning.
The FLOWER is free and full of fear.
Disappointment in the Flower Bed
My husband has a large cactus. (Ritterocereus pruinosis)
I am not wild about this plant. It is big, tall, ugly and spiny.
He loves it, so I have tolerated its presence for the duration of our marriage.
It has to be moved inside every winter. It is quite a big production.
In and out, in and out, in and out, over and over.
After thirty years of caring for this plant, a small bud formed about midway up.
Finally, his cactus was going to do something exciting!
We have checked its progress daily.
I have photographed the bud’s enlargement.
When will it open? What color will it be?
I was hesitant to leave town for fear of missing the big event.
Alas. When I checked on it this morning, the bud was going limp and shriveling.
I hate it when that happens.
Such disappointment.
I am considering cutting the top off to root it.
Any suggestions?
Flying Saucers
I looked out my kitchen window this morning and yelped for joy.
There they finally were
among the weedy unwelcome morning glories.
FLYING SAUCERS!
I planted them on April 25. I wondered why I had not seen one yet.
Aren’t they lovely?
Daddy’s favorite color of blue, bluebird blue.
Blue and white.
BEAUTIFUL!
Follow the FLYING SAUCERS.
Wild Passion
Talk about a tantalizing title!
One of the wild Passion vines that I found on the bank has finally put out a bloom.
Now I can post the wild flower photo side-by-side with my hybrid I ordered.
I found three wild vines on the bank. I have cleared out the weeds around them and staked them.
They seem to be struggling to survive, unlike the potted hybrid.
Typical. “I’d Rather be a Tall Ugly Weed” (Julio Noboa Polanco)
Follow the wild FLOWER!
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