Winter Butterfly

 
This is my first attempt at reverse applique. What do you think?

Jammy Weekend.

 

It is cold outside. The rain has been coming down for three days. Our yard and garden have areas of standing water. The picture shows standing water in the garden pathway. The bunnies look sad. Abby wants out, goes out and wants back in. The manx are pissed. I am declaring this a jammy (pajamas for grownups without kids) weekend like Nola did a couple of days ago. Warm jammies, fluffy robe, fuzzy socks, and slippers are the dress code. Activities will include sipping a warm drink while reading under a warm quilt snuggling a monkey. Hot tea is the official beverage. Chili will be the main dish. Hope you are staying warm.

Debbi.

Just Because I Can

Here is a picture from the early days of this blog. Baby Monkey took this picture with my camera. We are pretty sure this squirrel is a boy. Imagine my surprise when I uploaded that set. The Wenches paid me back by posting a picture of a raccoon from the same angle, also a boy. Linda at Meadow View Thymes wanted to know if our potting bench baby squirrel, BS, is a boy or a girl. We don't know yet, but we will let you know if we ever find out.

Now I think there have been enough pictures of critter nads to last us a long time.

I Tried, I really Tried

That baby squirrel won't stay out from underneath the potting bench. We even cleaned it out to make it less appealing. The baby ran up a near by tree and waited a while and then came right back. Teenage Monkey was still sorting pots and the squirrel moved right back in. I think Momma squirrel may have moved on so the baby is on it's own. We left it some pecans and water and left the potting bench in such a way that it can hide from the cats. In the meantime, I guess we have a squirrel to add to the menagere. I should be able to snap some pictures if it continues to insist the potting bench is home.

Now, what are we going to call it?

Nola already tagged it Baby S. Any other suggestions?

We Have a Situation

We have a maybe problem. A squirrel baby is living in my potting bench. His mom is nearby scolding us all. The baby looks at us all cute and stuff. The Manx can barely control themselves. My potting bench is the perfect place to be for a squirrel baby. There is no way any of us can get to it through all the stacked up plastic pots. My poor potting bench housekeeping skills have made this a perfect baby squirrel living/hiding arrangement. Our baby squirrel, who is yet unnamed, is very chatty. The bunnies are confused. I was afraid for its little life until I realized that apart from cleaning up the potting bench that nothing, not dog, cat, monkey, or gardener could get to the little guy when he/she starts burrowing through all those plastic pots. So do I just wait until he/she moves on? What if this is a permanent arrangement? Am I responsible for providing food for this squirrel? I'm sort of sick of listening to his mother complain.

Well, Hello There

 
While I wasn't paying attention, stuff started to bloom. The mutabalis rose and peach trees are in bloom. The tree is in a neighbor's yard. Do you think it is grafted or just a freak of nature?

The weather almost felt like summer. I even saw a mosquito. Serioiusly, a mosquito, in March. There are also May flies flying all over my house. Somebody, left the back door open and they invited themselves in. I really don't like May flies. They get into everything.

Do You Speak for the Trees?

 

This is one of my favorite books. I love almost any thing by Dr. Seuss, but this is the best. The message is about greed and the outcome of greed on the enviornment. Still, it leaves us with the hope of that seed.

Do you speak for the trees?

What is your favorite childrens' book?