It’s the first of the month! Happy April! Poets choose their own words!
I visited the nursery this morning to get new flowers. I brought a list with plants that attract bees, butterflies and hummingbirds.
The bees have been working hard to pollinate the plum and orange blossoms. The apple trees just budded. I want to have different flowers to attract the bees to stay around. Besides the fruit tree blossoms, I’ll plant sunflowers for the bees.
For the hummingbirds, there are two feeders, one in the front yard and one in the back. Yet I wanted to get flowers with nectar enjoyed by the hummingbirds. I only have Salvia flowers they like. So, I’ll make hanging baskets with petunia and hang them by the bird feeders.
There were Monarch and Mourning Cloak butterflies flying by my garden, but they visited the flowers in my next-door neighbor. I would like to have flowers attract them to stay longer. For the butterflies, I bought marigold and delphinium. I’ll get milkweed on my next trip.
I came to Portland, Oregon in the US as a graduate student some forty years ago. It was November that year when I saw snow for the first time through a high ceiling window in the hallway of a meeting room. I jumped up and down and shouted, “It’s snowing. It’s snowing.” The local students walked by me and grinned. They might think, “What’s so exciting about snow? Silly.”
A month later during the winter break, I went with a group of students to Los Angeles and sat in the sun on Christmas day.
After graduated with my first master’s degree, I went to Seattle Pacific University to do my second master’s degree. That winter, Seattle welcomed me with 7 inches of snow. I was so excited and made a snowman with my leather gloves on my hands. Nobody told me that the leather would turn hard and stiff when it gets wet. I ruined the nice leather gloves.
I don’t do too well in cold weather, the weather in southern California seemed to agree with me and that is where I have stayed since finishing my study in Seattle.
My daughter is living in Portland, Oregon. She knows I love snow even though my body feels better in a warmer place. There was a heavy snow two years ago. The first thing she did was taking photos and sent them to me.
As far as southern California, it feels like summer is the longest season year round with a teasing winter and hair line period of autumn and short and sweet spring. The weather has been moderate besides the thunderstorm a couple weeks ago. I took photos of my garden today and have some beautiful flowers to share with you. Before I do that, just want to show you my baby hummingbird.
The baby hummingbird is eight months old. He is doing well and flying further away from the kitchen window. I know that the baby is not able to fly 900 miles straight to Mexico for winter, but I wasn’t sure if the parents were going. It’s December and the parents are still around. It seems like the family will stay for winter.
Paula at “Lost in Translation” posts a question this week: “Have you found beauty this spring? If so, please share it for this Thursday Special themed VERNAL.
Spring is my favorite season. At the end of winter, I started pruning the roses, trimming other plants, or planting new bulbs. Currently I have forty some rose bushes. When I started planting roses, I almost got all red color. As years go by, I fell in love with other colors. So I have quite a few varieties of roses with yellow, salmon, pink, lavender, and lilac colors.
Hi, I’m Garden Frog! Welcome to My Garden! It IS Easy Being Green! I’m always green, but the garden… we’ll wait and see in the summer!
Please see poem below, by Mick E Talbot in responding to photos of this post!
There are some early blooms in my garden. But most of the flowers are still waiting for more sun to bring out their splendid colors. After a couple months of heavy rain in the winter, my garden and yard are still in eye soothing green.
The iceberg roses and pink roses still have the green buds.
Both the jade plant and the rosemary are going crazy. They are almost overgrown.
The lavender has one strand of purple flowers ready to bloom. The mixed plants flower bed has no signs of flowers yet!
As far as the Date Palms. They are almost reaching to the sky!
simply green If truth be known it breaths for us ~~~ we breath for it now surplus well nearly hence all the fuss ~~~ carbon dioxide we wouldn’t survive one gasp important is green ~~~ keeping the air clean the way it was still should be like your greens all do ~~~ dependant on you your nurturing loving care thanks for the fresh air ~~~
Amazing photos, a beautiful garden of Miriam Hurdle.
Seeds were fallen
Hidden in the soil
Coldness in the dark keep them
Quiet in the ground
Light and shadow
Gradually shift to
Bring the warmth and
Ray to the earth
Calling the seeds to
Wake up and come forth, to
Feel the warm breeze
Smell the fragrance
Slowly and gracefully
The buds pop out
Unfold their petals and
Breathe out their scent
Dance joyfully in synch with
This pair of Mourning Dove is the first birds coming back to my back yard after being gone for the winter.
I started bird watching and bird feeding last year. This pair of Mourning Dove was frequent visitors. They built a nest in the tree behind the wall; the female bird laid eggs and incubated the eggs. Somehow the eggs were stolen either by the squirrel or by a cat.
The female Mourning Dove was mourning for the loss for many days. The first day, she was sitting on her felly on the grass, motionless for almost ten minutes. The male Mourning Dove was standing, facing her about one foot away. He also didn’t move a feather. I couldn’t believe the scene. I was hiding behind the patio chair to take photos of them, and watched the timer in the camera. Finally, the female bird stood up and moved slowly. Then the male bird stretched his legs and wings, also moved around a little bit. The male gray jay showed such sensitivity toward the female bird. That was an unforgettable sight to me.
Now they are coming back all the way from south. They remember my backyard! I quickly poured out some bird seeds for them. They feel very much at home. When I go in and out to do things in the garden, they are not bothered or frightened by me. Only if I walk too close to them, they would fly away.
I welcome them back, and hope they will try again to make their offspring.