What Can’t You Do With Your I-Phone?

This is an experiment in which I will attempt to prove that even old technologically challenged grandmas can figure out how to publish a post via phone.

The tiger lilies are gorgeous again. They do this every year and before you know it they’re gone. Today is a beautiful day and it will also be gone before I know it so I’m off to enjoy it.
Have a fantastic Sunday.

 

How Does Your Garden Grow?

With pretty weeds all in a row?  Picture number (what?) of my bucket of random plants over which I exercise no control.  I promise this will be the last one.  But look how interesting it’s all become!  Weeds bloom!

Blooming weeds close up.

Blooming weeds not so close up.

Okay, THAT is the last one, I swear.   To me it’s breathtaking, all things considered, covered in raindrops and growing tall.  Also my bush in the background is now covered in strange little yellow flowers which make it look slightly less bush-ugly.

And at last the tiger lilies have started to bloom.  Finally, something beautiful that I actually meant to have growing in my backyard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The rain has been falling continuously since the storm and it’s still overcast and drizzling this morning.  Temperatures inside and out are back to something much closer to normal.  So now we can all stop complaining about the heat and start moaning about the rain instead.

 

Early Morning Tree Climber

Look what I found in my tree this morning.  I thought when I opened the back door he’d leap down and run away, but instead he just lurked there for a bit pretending to be invisible.

After a prolonged staring contest he decided to come down.  Slowly and carefully.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I expect this is what lured him up there in the first place, although I’m pretty sure it’s empty and the birds have flown.

It didn’t look this high from the ground up.  When he made the final leap, again I expected him to take off running (I’m pretty scary, bare feet in the wet grass, pointing and shooting).  Maybe I’d make a great wildlife photographer since nothing seems to be afraid of me.

Strange back yard adventures are exhausting and require a time out and a lie down beside the tiger lilies  to catch one’s breath and decide what’s next on the morning agenda.  Or maybe he was just curious to see what the crazy lady was up to now.  Nothing much, I went back in the house because my coffee was getting cold.  My little back yard intruder got bored and wandered off too.  But not before gazing longingly up into the tree again.  Maybe he’s just casing the neighborhood for bird houses and feeders and the odd squirrel hangout.  He’s in for a surprise if the magpies return.  I’m sure they’ll make it quite clear who was here first.

 

Rain and Lilacs

Lilacs (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Is it too late to be bothered fixing up flower beds for this year?  (Please say yes.) The tiger lilies and the dogwood thrive despite my neglect but some other plants are looking dejected and thirsty and mostly dead.  In a previous life I must have had gardeners.  My ambition gets stuck in neutral and all I want to do is big fat nothing when I get home from work and just looking at the yard makes me tired.

But it’s a mercifully short work day today and I’m hoping to get more accomplished than sleeping through the entire afternoon, tempting as that might sound.

The rain has rained itself out for now, the lilacs next door are blooming and the breeze is blowing their delightful scent through my window.  Now there’s something you can’t buy in a spray bottle.

This song has been rolling around in my head this morning and I can’t seem to get rid of it.  Don’t you kind of hate it when that happens?  There’s no real cure, but sharing seems to ease the pain.

So there you go – it’s all yours now. Complete with lyrics so you can sing along.  You’re welcome.