Background:
I
bought a Buttonbush at a native plant sale this spring. Didn't know
where to plant it, so I potted it beside the porch steps. The blooms
aren't especially showy, but they have attracted several really cool,
very small, critters for me to take pictures of. Thus, I've learned to
check it out every time I ascend or descend the steps. A fading bloom
of this bush provides the setting for this Tale.
I did the school drop and checked the bush when I got home.
Getting ready to leave again, I checked on the moth.
I went down to ground level to investigate.
The Mother of All "Oh.My.Goodness" Spiders
So. I had an hour to kill while the car dealer did his thing. I'd seen a couple of yellow butterflies fluttering above the overgrown area just beyond the parking lot, so I headed that way, camera in hand.
Time for closer inspection.
A passing dragonfly (perhaps a damsel, I don't know.) caught my attention, and I turned to fire off a few shots at it.
When I turned back, she was GONE!
I took my sandal-shod feet to a spot about a yard away to continue my photo shoot.
I never did get to shoot the butterflies. They reappeared as I was getting in my car to leave. And I saw one at 3 traffic lights on the way home. :~p
And the Mama Arachnid? Wolf Spider. She doesn't look quite like the one that's most prevalent in this area, but she's a wolf spider for sure. In the grass. IN my hometown!
After I'd greeted Aslan and poured his food in his dish, he trotted around to the other side of the dreivway where he posed very nicely, staring a hole in me. When he had my attention, he commenced nosing around in the very tall grass. "What'cha got, Aslan?" I kept on my feeding rounds.
He tossed something into the air.
When I was done, I went to see what limp creature he was trying to engage me with.
As I approached, selfish pooch that he is, he picked it up and moved away.
Show off.
I turned on the camera in my phone.
I finally got close enough to see a bird carcass that hung in 4 directions out of his mouth. He dropped it, and, starting with his face, r-u-b-b-e-d the length of his body on it.
"And you want me to pet you, I suppose?"
"Aslan, pick it up and let me get a picture!", I coaxed.
He picked it up and took a couple of steps in the other direction.
"Aslan! Let me take your picture!"
Finally he turned. I got the shot as he picked up speed to pass me.
I went to my niece's graduation/nursing school pinning yesterday. Here are some of my favorite pics from the trip.
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It started 19 years ago on a St. Patrick's Day, which happens to be my anniversary (this year makes 30 , when I was 7 months pregnant with the 4th kid. My sister, also pregnant, and I were talking about what we were going to fix for supper. I mentioned making everything green. Picking the green noodles out of the mix, peas, kool aid ... She didn't think her husband would go for it. I didn't ask. The All Green Meal for St. Patrick's Day To Celebrate Our Family tradition was born. We've done it most years since. Today, I was busy and only managed biscuits and an omelet, but here's what one plate looked like. It has a bonus! A biscuit creature that's drooling cheese! (How festive!)
I have a couple of neighbors (who shall remain anonymous, P.D. & I'm U) who make fun of my ability to find faces just about anywhere. Today, I was out taking pictures in the very foggy morning (to be posted later), and came across this guy. He's my Happy St. Patrick's Day to y'all! (Can you see him?)
I promised (a few posts ago) to finish removing power lines from this picture. I did it (!) using InPaint. Wow! Was that easier than using the Blemish Remover in Picassa!
