That’s Pico off in the distance.
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Last year there was nary a blossom on our morning glory plant, even though the vines were quite prolific. This year’s planting – in the same spot – was headed in the same direction until a few weeks ago, when the place started rocking morning glory flowers, as well as moon flowers, which I had added as a companion plant. I never noticed the “rays of sun” emanating from the flower’s center – a veritable sunrise – and wonder if that’s how the plant got its name.
They’ll probably be around until the first frost, which seems nowhere in sight, for the time being anyway.
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Those are the White Mountains off on the right horizon, and that’s probably Roy Mountain above the farm buildings on the left. Photo taken from the Peacham/Groton Road.
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Not sure who the young fan is, but the musician is longtime Vermonter Steve Spensley, playing at the Brattleboro Area Farmer’s Market some years ago.
Got me thinking of the title of that old German folk song, “Music Alone Shall Live” – there’s a nice reggae version here – which became the motto for the Iron Horse music venue in Northampton, MA.
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Three years ago, we picked up this young 4-1 apple tree (four types of apples grafted on a single root stock), and have had perhaps 15-20 apple starts each year, though the harvest was much less. In each of those years, there didn’t seem to be many bees around when the tree was blossoming.
This year, I thought I might help out with the pollination, but shortly after I went out with a q-tip, this bumblebee came by, and put me to shame. (S)he probably visited about thirty blossoms in the first couple of minutes, and didn’t linger on any one for much longer than five seconds. In looking at close-ups later, I saw the evolutionary wisdom of the natural world: pollen scattered over nearly every part of her body. So … as long as there are bees …
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Last year the marsh behind our neighbor’s house was overflowing with great egrets, most of them juveniles. They stayed for a couple of weeks in early April, probably decimated the fish and and amphibian population in the place, and then were gone.
This year, just a few showed up, and I only photographed a couple of times: this adult, who proved a patient model, and later, a juvenile who would not even stick around for a single shot.
Their majestic beauty and placid manner belie skillful and ruthless abilities as predators; this one caught and swallowed a fish just one minute earlier.
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