When we stay in Cape Cod we always make a stop at the Bird Watcher’s General Store in Orleans. They have a great selection of items and I got several feeders designed to attract Baltimore Orioles. These photos were taken two years ago and I’ve still to see an Oriole. What I do get is Gray Catbirds which I find to be a handsome bird. The are named for their call which does sound like a cat.
It keeps getting uglier with the current administration, the latest is AG Jeff Sessions joking about separating families (to cheers and laughs) at a conservative criminal justice organization in Los Angeles. Ugh, how despicable.
It is useless to troll Trump and his ilk on Social Media, once again it is affecting my health. This blog was created to accentuate the positive aspects of life. In the coming weeks I’ll be sharing posts from other blogs that have a similar philosophy.
Originally posted on New Hampshire Garden Solutions: St. John’s wort (Hypericum perforatum) gets its common name from the way that it flowers near June 24th, which is St. Johns day, but it has been well known since ancient times. The Roman military doctor Proscurides used it to treat patients as early as the 1st century…
St. John’s wort (Hypericum perforatum) gets its common name from the way that it flowers near June 24th, which is St. Johns day, but it has been well known since ancient times. The Roman military doctor Proscurides used it to treat patients as early as the 1st century AD, and it was used by the ancient Greeks before that. The black dots on its yellow petals make this flower very easy to identify. Originally from Europe, it can be found in meadows and along roadside growing in full sun.
Foxglove (Digitalis purpurea) is not a native plant so I’m always surprised to see it growing here and there along the edge of the forest. I don’t see it in the wild often but it seems to escape gardens and find places that suit its temperament and there it stays, sometimes forming small colonies. It’s an unusual…
Originally posted on Cycling with Mama: After much waiting the bus took us to Prague. We had a little time so we took a walk around. Planning a tour in the AM and then the next day we star our ride in a western direction
One of my retirement goals is removing decades of clutter. In that task I find myself finding troves of forgotten memories. Today it was stuffed animals.
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by
side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does
it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that
happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just
to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When
you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It
takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who
break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.
Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved
off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very
shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are
Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had
not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the
Skin Horse only smiled. - Velveteen Rabbit
In the boxes I found in the attic is an entire stuffed menagerie. It is my hope that these animals need to be with children not locked away in a plastic tomb in my attic. I will find a home for them, stay tuned. Let’s visit the zoo.
Did you have a favorite stuffed animal? I didn’t, I had a blue and yellow toy seaplane which was my favorite. I am not normal.