Day 26: Have You Ever Seen . . .

Have you ever seen . . .

A gathering of exotic blooms?

Sepals, petals, stigma, anther,

Oh my!

Linear lines, polka dotted?

Bundled bouquet, solitary singleton?

Frilly edges, sleek form?

Have you ever seen . . .

Furry flowers?

Alphabet branches?

Have you ever seen . . .

A palm frond wall?

A living variegated carpet?

I have.

I have seen it all.

I have seen it all at the Missouri Botanical Gardens.

Day 13: Is There Hope?

Weather report prediction: snow with morning temperatures at seventeen degrees.

My heart sank like the Titanic. The peach tree in my backyard was in full bloom. Seventeen degrees spelled certain death to every blossom and future peach.

The tree before the predicted snow and temperature drop.

Not again, I thought. Several years ago, the tree did not bear one fruit. It never even had the opportunity that year to produce a blossom. The cold froze the buds just as they were forming.

Last year, my husband and I draped the tree with sheets to protect the buds. That would not be possible this year. The tree was simply too tall.

All day I waited for the snow to begin. It didn’t. Maybe, the temperature won’t drop tonight. I went to bed with that flicker of hope. At first daylight, I checked the tree. The blossoms were still there. I waited until it warmed up to see if they would continue to hang on. They did! I went out for a closer look. Pink blossoms littered the ground.

Those peaches died an early death.

Wait! Look up!

Hardy blossoms weathered the cold night. Branches continue to sport their finest pink jewels. Thankfully the temperatures only dipped down to thirty degrees during the night. One cold snapped weathered, but more are predicted all week long. Will these blossoms hang on or will they all be littering the ground by the weekend?

 

Day 2, Outside My Window

I contemplate the worldimg_2654

outside my window

through wooden, white blinds.

 

Sometimes,

while working

at my desk,

the world passes by,

unnoticed.

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I catch a glimpse of

cars, delivery trucks, and buses.

Sometimes,

walkers extend

their walk

by turning onto my cul-de-sac.

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Sometimes,

neighbors gather

and chat.

Most of the time,

there’s not much to see

unless

you stop to noticeimg_2643

a breeze disturbing tree limbs,

birds tending to the business of survival,

shadows creeping

along the sidewalk

as the hours pass.

I watch the world

outside my window

through wooden, white blinds.

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Stanley, the Roadrunner

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An umbrella propped in the corner of a covered patio has become an evening-through-the-night roosting place for a roadrunner at my brother-in-law’s house, outside of Phoenix.

Every afternoon between 3:30 and 4:00, a roadrunner wanders in from his (we think it is a male) day of hunting for food. He ambles about the patio, freezing into position if he senses movement behind the glass doors. When he feels safe, he continues his patrol of the patio. My brother-in-law reports that occasionally, he will tap on the glass doors. Sadly, he was not in a tapping mood during my visit during the holidays.

After taking stock of his surroundings, he may fly up to the back of a chair to study his final destination, the top of the propped umbrella. Or he may decide to fly right to the top of the umbrella.

Stanley is all puffed up trying to dry off. Believe it or not, it rained the days were were in Arizona.

Stanley is all puffed up trying to dry off. Believe it or not, it rained the days were were in Arizona.

Once perched, he faces out so he can keep an eye on his surroundings. His tail is straight up and flush with the wall. That is his pose until he leaves in the morning. Departure is usually around 8:00-8:30.

Since this bird has been roosting on my brother-in-law’s patio for several months, he was given a name, Stanley. Stanley does not take flight when you go out to view this curiosity. He views the intruder with an unblinking steely stare.

Stanley, settled in for the night. He has become the finial of the umbrella.

Stanley, settled in for the night. He has become the finial of the umbrella.

This is the tidiest bird ever. He has never left one dropping on the umbrella or patio. Now, I find that amazing! I’ve never known a bird not to leave a little disgusting reminder of their presence.

Every morning, the patio corner is checked to see if Stanley stayed the night. Each evening his arrival is anticipated and noted. It will be a sad day when Stanley decides to relocate.

Frosted by Fog

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A bit of phoetry today. I am entranced by the fog that freezes on plants for a short period of time.

Fog moved in while temperatures dropped.

Fog moved in while temperatures dropped.

Tops of some leaves were frosted.

Some leaves were frosted by the fog.

Other leaves are outlined.

Some leaves were outlined in white.

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Crisscrossed lines of webs were revealed.

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Sugar-frosted berries on the burning bush.

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Frozen Blue Atlas Cedar needles created a flocked flower.

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No time left to linger, I must journey on through my day. Until the next time Mother Nature paints the world white with fog.

 

 

This Time of Year

This time of year,image-14

Step out the front door

To hear bumblebees

Buzzing to collect the last bits of pollen.

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This time of year,

Step out the back door

To find feathers drifting

From the roof,

Down to the bushes.

Something did not have a pleasant night!

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This time of year, 

You might discover a hidden creature

When you step out to move the patio cushions.

 

 

This time of year,

Spiders will be spinning their webs,

Webs will catch the breezes

Shimmering in the light

As they sail past.

Wonders of nature surprise us, this time of year.

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New Mama

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New mama in my neighborhood.

From my perch, I watch her

The ever vigilant mama is not happy I want a picture of her home.

The ever vigilant mama is not happy I want a picture of her home.

Zip in and out,

Bring tasty tidbits to her brood,

Always within a bird’s eye view of home.

Step near her home,

She chirps a loud warning.

Others rally to mama’s cries.

The intruder (me) is surrounded by beady eyes,

Watching.

Mama, your babies are safe

In the arms of this maple

In my yard.

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This robin’s nest is too high for me to see inside. So far no heads have been bobbing up and down.