Remember our corn with the pink hair? Part of the 3 Sisters gardens? Yeah.
Well, we picked a couple of ears a little while ago and though they looked fully matured on the outside, the kernels were still small and flavorless.
Ah well, lesson learned.
So we waited a bit longer, and watched, happily, as more ears grew to full size.
Earlier this week, on one of our morning meanderings through the yard, Bill decided to check an ear to see if the kernels were mature enough (you know, they cleaned their rooms without being asked, didn’t roll their eyes when we said stuff, made sound financial decisions) to be harvested. He peeled back the husk and pressed against one of the kernels with his thumb nail. It was not milky yet – the innards of the kernel – so the corn wasn’t ready. Oh well, what’s another day or two?
And then he noticed this:
After today’s rain Bill and I went outside and took a look around the jungle garden. I took the usual pictures of vegetables and water droplets on leaves, and then, while prowling through the Squash Forest, I saw this little guy. He didn’t mind at all as I moved the camera closer and closer. IContinue reading “Moth”
We went camping for a few days last week – nearby; no big distant trips for us this summer – and Julia spotted this little guy while she and Alex were walking back from the port-a-johns. Alex carried it back to our camp site and Bill identified it as an Eastern Box Turtle, which is actually a tortoise – a land animal – so it has claws instead of flippers.
This little birdie (I think it’s a song sparrow) was trapped in our garage. Bill managed to catch it and set it free. The bird flew over to our potato barrel for a moment, then soared away.
I’ve got a couple of pictures below, but they’re not of REAL creatures. The pictures are at the very end of the post, so if you want to keep reading, feel free.
Just a friendly warning for some of my friends. 🙂
But I can’t help it.
This morning I went outside to check on The Web. (It’s become so important to me that it now deserves capitalization.) And, not surprisingly, there was no web – just some strands of silk left after all the rain we had yesterday.
I started to walk past my car and was surprised to feel a rather strong, slightly stretchy band of something across my forehead.
Last night just before nine, Bill noticed that the spider that lives in the clothesline housing on the corner of our house was busily spinning a new web.
And she’d become quite ambitious. Instead of running the main strands to points on the house and the clothesline as before, this time she had launched herself from the house to my car.