It was a perfect way to spend a day, sitting in the most lush natural garden you can imagine, and talking with friends while various visitors dropped in to have their picture taken. Lots of butterflies, many that zoomed into view but never stopped long enough for a picture, The same with a beautiful big dragonfly and a tiny little hummingbird. A lazy cat and two dogs seemed to be enjoying the view with us. A perfect day in a beautiful oasis of green. Thank you Eddie and Linda, for doing all the work and planning that makes this not only a beautiful oasis for us, but the perfect microclimate to allow these creatures to thrive. And for sharing a lovely day with me.
Little Miss Photographer sat on a park bench,
Enjoying a beautiful day.
Along came a black snake, that slithered her way,
And Miss Photographer called it a day…
Armstrong-Kelly Park isn’t the easiest place to find. The GPS couldn’t find it even when I entered it’s actual street address into it. I gave up on it the first time I tried to go there, but my sister directed me to it yesterday. We hoped for a nice picture of the holly tree that is planted there in honor of my brother-in-law, but we’ll come back in the spring to try that again.
My brother-in-law wasn’t a big man. He was small, actually. He was about my height and I out-weighed him all the years I knew him. He.was quiet. Worked all day and came home, had a beer and watched TV. There was no inkling of what a big man he actually was until he died. That’s when the crew from Bartlett Tree Experts took over the planning of his funeral, and the stories they told of his expertise at his job astounded all of us I think. They said that there was probably not a street on Cape Cod that hadn’t benefitted from his hard work. The story I remember best was about a homeowner who wanted a gigantic boulder moved from one side of his lawn to another. A Bartlett truck was on the scene, and the crew of workers were standing there trying to decide how they were going to accomplish this task when Neil pulled up. He got his winches and pulleys out of his truck and got to work. He had the boulder moved in no time flat, loaded up his tools and left the rest of the crew standing there scratching their heads. No, he wasn’t a big man, but he had a big impact on his little piece of the world.
This holly tree was planted to honor Neil for his 50 years of hard work for Barlett. He trained a lot of arborists in his day also, so his influence is still sending ripples out into nature. Such a quiet little man, who left a legacy behind him.
In our travels yesterday we came upon a lovely red covered bridge. We stopped for photos, as we are prone to do. As we took pictures it took me a minute to realize that there was a waterfall of sorts. Man made, but falling water is always pretty.
What was surprising was that after we hiked Quechee Gorge, and found ourselves too late for lunch and too early for dinner everywhere, we headed to Simon Pearce to look at the beautiful glass creations, but also in search of food. What we found was another covered bridge, we were thrilled to drive over it. Then we parked to see the shop and discovered a lovely scene of still water. Very peaceful. I noticed the house and said it would be a nice picture, and then didn’t take one. Lucky for me Kathy did take a photo, and she shares well with others. She did a great job on this one.
We went to Woodstock, VT also. Just drove through but stopped at the Woodstock Inn to take a picture and pretend we were fancy enough to stay there. Just two old friends on the loose…
Looking out the kitchen window that morning I saw some definition in the clouds, so I loaded the cameras and tripods into the car and headed to Hammonds Creek for the sunrise. It’s only a five or six mile trip to the gulf coast, but before I got there I was seeing drops on the windshield. Just heavy mist, I told myself. But it was a downpour just a minute later, so I turned the car around and headed for home. No sooner did I do that than I saw a promising looking sky again, and no rain. Again I reversed direction, and again I drove into a torrential downpour. And yet again the weather was fine on the way home. Sometimes you have to settle for a sunrise from the backyard.
Also in the back yard are flowers that I was offered by a neighbor I used to talk with when I walked Zoe a longer walk than I had for the last couple of years. She was digging up some of them because they spread. You would think that I might have gotten a hint from that, the possibility that one day I’d be trying to get rid of them I mean. But no, what I saw was red, sort of tubular flowers, and I had read that that’s what will attract hummingbirds. So on the barest smidgeon of information I brought them home and planted them, and within years I was digging them up, but there is no getting rid of them. They have made themselves so at home that they have diversified…
But only the ones way out back have these new colors. Out back in chicken territory. My neighbor laughed when I suggested that her chickens were responsible, a chicken version of cross-pollination. Or maybe it’s the morning light back there. But it has taken several years for these new colors to develop, which coincides with the chicken invasion. I’m not complaining though, the chickens come over and de-bug my yard fairly regularly. They are welcome any time!
“I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends,
A chance to share old memories and play our songs again.
When I got to the garden party they all knew my name,
No one recognized me I didn’t look the same.”
“But it’s all right now,
I learned my lesson well.
You see you can’t please everyone,
So you got to please yourself.”
Maybe Ricky Nelson knew what he wanted out of life, how to please himself, but I’m not as lucky. I have no idea what I want the rest of my life to look like so I just keep putting one foot in front of the other and hope it comes to me one of these days.
I took these pictures at the little local botanical garden this morning. I was in search of butterflies but the sprinklers were on in the butterfly garden and I guess that kept them away. But these structures caught my eye, and ‘garden party’ started playing in my head, and then I started thinking, about life and it’s twists and turns. Maybe ‘blowing in the wind’ would have been a more appropriate song for my current state of mind…What’s the phrase these days, ‘fake it ’til you make it’…