Doves in the ground apples Yellow and red chrysanthemums Orange Canna Lillie still blooming Lilirope (lily turf) blooming.
Birds—little birds and songbirds—bathing in the water garden falls Chipmunk? Not yet, though perfect day for sunning Squirrels? No White moths, Yes Yellow Goldfinches? Now brown
Apples grounded Though still some red in the sun Lavender blooming wildly Lily pads lingering still Water/ butter lettuce full and thriving
Fish nibbling on water lettuce leaves
Sun garden birdfeeder quite busy 3 doves fluttering “coo, coo” beneath the apple tree Yellow Moonbeam Coreopsis will need replaced next year Purple Verbena is brilliant And Salvia and Coneflowers, white speedwell, and heliotrophe galore
Monarda and perennials need moved to sun garden (next year) Chipmunk! Chubby cheeks
Frog Sitting on a Rock in the Afternoon Sun
Scared the frog! Birds in the feeder—the suet ball is empty Starlings en masse have been gorging themselves
Brilliant Red Cardinal and Bluejay ground feeding Yellow and red chrysanthemums Red-winged blackbird Later, a red-bellied woodpecker, always eating alone
And two downy woodpeckers, not eating together, but both frequent visitors to the seed cakes
Welcome to the Long, Arduous Days of Winter What happened? Where is Spring? Where are the warm days? Earlier this week felt stellar: 72 degrees and sunny. And now? Good grief, we are lucky to have reached a moderate 45 degrees (and it’s taken all day to get there). It was 21 degrees this morning…
Upon Observation Leaves don’t have a direction; they simply release themselves, letting go, even trusting, perhaps, the direction inherent in all of life as we filter and sift through what was, what is, and what will be. Most Beloved Middle Fall Chilly Morning, but gloriously warm afternoon I am in the quiet of the afternoon…
Ninja Finds a Forever Home Ninja is Happy to Find a Friend From the Journals of Most Beloved: Ninja’s Story October Greetings and All that Jazz- Chilly night here mid-October and yikes! Days are short now. Not much daylight to lounge about basking in the golden rays of the sun. The dark descends quickly now.…
Welcome to Gardens at Effingham: Where Cats Tell the Tales. My name is Most Beloved. I write the cat tales, and I especially like tattling on the garden cats. I live in the big house at Gardens at Effingham, and have the luxury of being the only indoor cat. I had a rough time as…
A Note from Most Beloved Sometimes, I journal my cat tales. Sometimes, (okay, quite a bit of time) I nap. Oftentimes, I munch and crunch on num-nums while journaling. And the rest of the time? Time when I’m not napping, paw-printing my way through my cat tales, and snacking on num-nums? I snap photographs of…