These may not be earth-shattering firsts, but they’re exciting to me.
First, early this morning, what I believe to be the same young possum, only slightly larger, revisited the compost corner, where it calmly drank water out of the pond liner and old tire I have for that purpose, while I snapped photos. Also, the ravens are starting to move in even closer to the house, though they’re still too elusive to photograph. My evil plan at work!
Later, I stuffed ripe blackberries in my mouth while taking pictures of immature wild grapes, all of which cover the back fence. This year there’s quite a crop.
Here is the first chamomile flower, the first baby zucchini, a new phlox, lots of pollinators on the leek globes, and lots more.
And last but not first, here is Misu the fierce jungle stalker, energy-saving every chance she gets.
It’s headed for a humid 90°, before a week+ of forecasted t-storms. The only thing predictable about TN weather is a rollercoaster of extremes. As long as it’s not the arctic, tornadoes, volcanoes, earthquakes, or tsunamis, I’m happy, because my plants are happy.
Speaking of which, here are some annuals, perennials, wildflowers, and herbs blooming. Also Misu lurking in her cool place under the deck, and a summery Jam Band berry ale by Boulevard, Missouri.
After all the raining (at least twice the average for this time of year), now we have cool, sunny, perfect spring days. It was actually cold this morning.
Yesterday my older Gdaughter D. and friend V. spent a pleasant afternoon hanging out with us. It was great spending some quality time with D., while E. and V. got to talk.
Today it feels a little sad without Avdi here as usual, as he’s home with the kids. But tomorrow we’ll spend the day over there, almost like old times, but not quite.
Meanwhile, lots of butterflies and pollinators are busy in the coneflowers and other flowers, and veggies are finally appearing.
So many new flowers are blooming in all this rain. Even the “prairie” is starting to flower. Another hollyhock from last year just bloomed, and the veg garden is full of coreopsis (?) that came up from compost seeds. And yay, finally my nasturtiums are budding out.
Yesterday, my son observed the first hummingbirds to visit the feeders I just put up for the season. Always a big event for us. Of course Misu camps out right beneath, but I doubt even the ferocious hunter can match their speed. She settles for terrorizing a family of wrens out back.
Today it’s Shavuot, the festival between Pesach and Sukkot. I’m trying to feel festive, but my 99-year-old Aunt Bernice just died, so there’s that. On the other hand, my grandkids just came to town for the summer, one of the rare chances I’ll get to see them. Lots of mixed emotions. As with all things in life, you grab it while you can, before the next transition.
Here’s a young squirrel in the rain at the watering hole, and somebody who partied hard last night at the watering hole.