I was in awe of the powers of wind and water this whole trip.
Looking over the rim of Bryce Canyon was like looking into another world.
The different areas are called amphitheaters.
The formations have names like chimneys and hoodoos.
Utah was formerly a desert (erg) on the equator.
I have had to go back and brush up on my geology.
The fractured layers of sandstone, limestone and mudstone are differentially eroded.
This leads to the hoodoo formation.
These processes continue today with freeze thaw cycles, rainwater and wind erosion.
Another beautiful example of nature’s art.
I took my camera to the Bellagio Conservatory and Botanical Gardens to photograph plants.
I should have known that this would include over-the-top displays like everywhere else.
Everything is bigger and brighter in Las Vegas.
Do not think that I was disappointed to find giant tigers and elephants.
I was just in shock and awe. I was wide-eyed the whole evening.
I loved the life-sized fairy flying among the colorful kalire.
The huge tigers had wagging tails.
The elephants nodded their heads.
The colorful trees were perches for giant peacocks.
There was a huge lamp large enough for a genie.
I guess the fox wanted to do some wishing.
This “Indian Summer” display was a bit overwhelming for the Flower.
I am happy to be back home where everything is life-sized and accurately colored.
One crazy day in Vegas was enough for Flow.
Stay tuned for a lot more of UTAH.
My coffee beans are finally starting to ripen.
A few are a lovely red hue.
The little tree is full of beans.
It will be brought inside before freezing temperatures hit.
The beans will be harvested later this month.
I plan on roasting them and grinding them
to make my first cup of tree-to-cup coffee.
What a treat that will be!
There will be NO Fairy Halloween Party due to last year’s bad behavior.
We plan on having a quiet night at home.
Ruth has flown off to a retreat for some rest.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN to all the little good fairies.
It’s time to start cleaning up in the garden.
Be careful you do not remove some future friends.
We must not compost our companions.
You may recall my writing spider friends
named for the plants they lived on.
Two of the three left behind egg sacs.
Lucy (on the Lucifer) hid hers beside the gutter’s down spout.
Fern (on the Autumn fern) attached hers to the highest fronds.
I most be careful to leave these in a safe place.
It’s nice to know there are future friends
waiting in the garden.
When everybody leaves
and you are alone with yourself
will you be quietly content
with who you are?
Can you keep yourself company?
Will you know your own voice?
Will you be solid or hollow?
Will you have the strength to sit quietly alone
or will you feel the need to leave yourself
and seek other company?
Who will you be then?
The seasons change and there are surprises in my garden,
but I know this place like the back of my hand.
I can close my eyes and walk around my garden as I fall asleep.
This place is part of me. The nurtured part. The cared for part.
There is harmony and balance.
Outside my garden is an alien place.
It’s noisy and crowded.
There are people who puzzle me and noises that scare me.
I have been spending a lot of time outside my garden lately.
The outside world exhausts me.
I smile through the fear. I watch in wonder.
I try to focus amongst the chaos.
Why must I shop with loud music?
Why are folks rushing and rude?
There is angst and anger outside my garden.
I must be brave.
I wear my armor.
When I get home, I will relax.
I will water my plants and watch my little friends.
I will slow down. I will pause. I will pray.
Thank God for my garden.
These tiny plants transform themselves every fall.
They change from little rosettes to tall towers.
Most plants just throw up a stalk of flowers,
but this little succulent turns into a mama stalk.
I watched a bumble bee climb the flower towers over and over yesterday.
I do not know its name. I just call it “Ghost Rose.”
I hope a reader can help me identify this “All-In Mama.”
I found a surprise while hiking in the mountains last week.
How lucky to find a lovely grouping of Jack O’Lantern mushrooms on a fall afternoon.
These orange Omphalotus olearius may look yummy, but they are poisonous.
These were perfectly positioned right beside the trail.
I have heard that the gills glow green in the dark, but I have never seen this.
The leaves had not transformed to their lovely fall colors yet here in North Carolina.
I am glad the Jack O’Lanterns stepped in to add color.