morning...sunrise

early morning dew covered climbing roses.


i know it's gonna be a good day.

nandina buds.

magnolia bud.

itea sweet spire...little henry.

american wisteria...just planted.

oakleaf hydrangea starting to bloom.

renny.

a new addition to the veggie and herb beds.

i found this wrought iron bed at an estate sale

from a wonderful 86 year old neighbour.

blue berries.

tri-coloured basil...from the local farmer's market.

a wild rose bush growing on the gated veggie garden.

yarrow.

peony seed heads.

first blooms in the wildflower garden.

i love living next to fields of wild grasses.

they are beautiful in the early morning, blowing in the wind

tipped with dew...going on forever...hiding all kinds of wildlife.

hummingbird feeders are all cleaned up & ready for the little hummers.

so many little birds feeding early morning...including this downey woodpecker.

hope all is well with all of you....it's a busy season here.

what promise in all that is growing in the garden.

happy may.

charming company

if the sages ask thee why
this charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
tell them, dear
that if eyes were made for seeing
then Beauty is it's own for being.

r.w.emerson




The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense his life. . . . The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds -- how many human aspirations are realised in their free, holiday-lives -- and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!
John Burroughs (1837 - 1921), Birds and Poets, 1887







Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
Henry Van Dyke

i am delighted to welcome one and all to our december feasting.

thank you charming visitors for coming by.