I took a walk down our road this evening.
I wanted to photograph two of our wildflowers.
The orange Jewel weed was being molested by a group of hummingbirds.
They were zipping through the patch, shaking the plants and making all kinds of racket.
Periodically one would sit and rest on the nearby Pokeberry weed.
I also wanted to get some pictures of hearts-a-bustin’.
I cut across my neighbors’ property on the way home.
I found even more fungi.
This snail is having this knocked-over-one for supper.
I gave it back after the photo.
‘Tis the season!
Snails love their ‘shrooms!
If you want to go where it’s cool and quiet, go up river.
As you travel, you feel you are leaving everything behind.
Floating between the water and sky with the wind in your hair,
Quietly cruising past the lazy life along the river.
The air gets cooler as the water gets colder.
It’s time to soak in some sunshine.
Sit on the shore.
Maybe hang out with Huck Finn
or lay low with only a couch and a cooler.
The only sounds are quiet sounds up river.
The wind passing through the grasses,
and the water lapping the shore,
or the an eagle flapping its wings.
the splash of a fish or the plop of a turtle leaving its log.
Life is slow up river.
We know when we turn around,
that we will yearn for this peace.
But the wind blows us and the current takes us back to our lives.
Waiting for us to get busy again.
When the ground is too soggy to dig in,
I put on my rubber shoes and go mushroom hunting.
I do not eat what I find.
I like my liver too much to risk eating a poisonous fungus.
This snail is enjoying a snack.
I only know common names of some of these. Please forgive my ignorance.
I have always been fascinated by fungi.
Maybe I should start another blog called fungialley.
I consider fungi both beautiful and beneficial.
I took all these photos this past weekend in my yard and in the woods behind my house.
I did go out in a kayak and found some floating fungi. That will be another post.
If a reader knows the true identifications of any of these, please send me a message.
FLOWER loves fungi.
In September most flowers are drying up and needing dead-heading.
Not the sedums. They have been slowly stretching out their clusters of green buds.
As the tiny flowers open the entire head blushes with color.
You don’t need to look to know if they are blooming, you can HEAR it.
Each colorful head is full of all kinds of bumble bees, honey bees, wasps, butterflies, moths and lightening bugs.
It’s like a party on every plant.
This is the Anigozanthos ‘Bush Ranger’ that I brought home from California.
Its common name is Kangaroo paws.
Yesterday, I noticed that some of the “toes” on the paws had opened.
There were little blooms with five yellow stamens in a row, looking like claws.
I am so glad that the”Cutest Plant in California” is now thriving in Carolina.
I had to search for these two, but I knew that they ate banana leaves.
These are Saddleback caterpillars/Archaria stimulea.
They are beautiful. The hairs are their stingers. Their venom is painful.
I was stung by one over thirty years ago. I still remember the shock of it.
Itty bitty, greenie weanie, tiny little stinging meanie.
Mr. Flower brought one banana tree into the marriage over three decades ago.
Over the years this banana has multiplied.
Now, we have a banana forest.
We have learned some banana tricks.
We used to dig them all up and haul them all into the basement in the fall.
Now we enclose them in a circle of wire fence and fill around them with leaves or straw.
This is the easy way to over-winter a banana tree.
Instead of digging them up and carrying them in and out, we just enclose it and leave it.
Thus the banana forest has developed.
Each family of pup trees is circled around the dead mama tree.
I enjoy standing in the banana forest while the wind blows.
I pretend I am on an island in the tropics.
My sister jokes that we should rent it out for wedding photos.
For those folks who can’t make it to Hawaii for the big day.
ALOHA from FLORA
I found this fuzzy baby munching on some Lucifer leaves.
He looks so much like a tiny Barley bunny, that I wanted to pick him up.
Good thing I know better.
This sweet little puss caterpillar also has another name.
Megalopyge opercularis/Flannel moth caterpillar/wooly slug
If you must pet it, you will get stung.
He’s cute, but he’s mean.
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.