Two toads met in the quiet little pond.
They spawned in the cozy lily basket.
They left behind a slimy string of black eggs
These hatched into squiggly little tadpoles.
Most stay inside the basket where it is safe
The ones that swim out become snacks for the King of the Koi pond
Mama toad is unconcerned
She’s busy napping under my bag of potting soil.
Follow the FLOWER.
A mutation has occurred in one of my phlox.
A tight, miniature version of the parent.
Perfect for my Fairy Garden.
FOLLOW the Phlox!
I found gold today.
I was at an undisclosed location looking for a black squirrel,
when I spied bog heaven on the shore of a lake.
I got my shoes all squishy getting these photos, but it was worth it.
How ironic to find Yellow Trumpets in Dizzy Gillespie’s hometown.
The genus name is Sarracenia. I don’t know whether it’s the flava or alata species.
They are pitcher plants. They trap insects in the pitcher and dissolve them as a supplemental source of nitrogen not available in the soil.
This town has been one thrill after another.
I will be sad to leave, but my family, plants and bunnies need me.
Follow the FLOWER.
These fascinating little epiphytes grow on the barks of trees. They seem to prefer horizontal limbs.
When they are dry they curl up and look almost dead.
When it rains they soak up the water from the bark and..
Viola. Alive again.
Its scientific name is Pleopeltis polypodioides.
The photo below was taken on Monday.
Then again in the rain on Tuesday.
By Wednesday it looked alive again.
Viva la Fern!
I enjoyed a long walk today
In my son’s new town.
He moved here this past fall,
so this is my first glimpse of spring in Cheraw, South Carolina.
The azaleas are in full flower now.
The wisteria are wafting their scents into the breezes.
The birds are nesting and singing.
I awoke to a song I did not know this morning.
I’m feeling like a Southern Belle.
I can’t think of anything more southern than moss
and magnolias,
Unless it’s an ornate gate.
Snowballs in spring are just magical.
The boy may have trouble getting rid of mama.
April 6, 2016 in North Carolina.
More anomalies.
Flowers without foliage and foliage with figs, along with freezing temperatures.
My flock of friends flew in yesterday.
They filled the trees with excitement.
Groups took turns swooping down to visit my Foster Holly.
The party lasted from morning ’til evening.
Just at dusk, they lifted from the tree tops and flew away.
I do not know where the Cedar Waxwings come from or where they go when they leave.
But they know where my Foster Holly is
and stop by every spring to feast on its berries and rest as they journey.
Follow the Flock.
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