A bird on his perch
Beckons spring and a new nest
He just needs a mate.

A bird on his perch
Beckons spring and a new nest
He just needs a mate.
Add pink to a bloom
And suddenly spring arrives
With purple in tow.
In all this down pour
The clover is growing green
And bunnies galore.
A day starts with news
My Finn’s eye is swollen shut
Nine hour farm time.
He looks better after several treatments.
This here is Misha
A golden princess kitten
Full of wild mischief.
Wonky walls, garden
Lots of windows for sunlight
An inviting path
What would we find in this sweet cottage? Tea for sure, and a view of the garden.
All the oxygen
Has been sucked out of the room
Roots down, bloom anew.
It’s a fight to bloom true in a garden, and in life. People judge you without knowing the real you. The key to me is to keep searching for daily joy. So, the morning wasn’t so good, can you take a walk to look for wildflowers?
It’s time to eclose
Into big world, dry your wings
And now off you go!
One of my black swallowtail butterflies eclosed this morning. It’s a female!
I let her go close to some Carolina Jessamine for nectar.
What a beauty!
Do you hold on to
Other people’s hard problems
If so please detach.
Two males, one female
The flight of spring birds begins
Hold on!!! she’s picky.