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A rare treat
I wandered out to the garden this afternoon to take a break from writing and I was glad I did. I got one heck of a photo op. There, directly behind my yard, up on a telephone wire, sat a red-tailed hawk. I dashed inside for my camera praying that no one scared him off while I was inside.
I snapped a few shots from the yard. Several people walked under him never seeing this magnificent bird. Many city people are not observant of nature. Since he hadn’t moved, I unlocked my gate and walked down to where I was almost directly beneath him. He practically posed for the pictures.
When I got the shots I wanted, I ran to G’s house and told her husband to grab his camera there was a fantastic hawk photo op if he hurried. He did and he got some great shots too.
Every year for at least the last twenty years we’ve had a pair of red-tail hawks nesting in the ancient and very tall horse chestnut trees in the cemetery. Getting pictures of them is a rare treat since they usually stay hidden because the crows tend to mob them.
It’s little old me the klutz again
Only a true klutz can whack the same knee in the same place four times in less than an hour. Yep, me again. When I managed to do this, I was out in the melon patch picking cucumber bugs off the leaves and vines. I was stepping back behind my rather large gargoyle to reach them and then stepping back out to drop the bugs in a jar of soapy water. Each time I did it, I managed to hit my knee on the gargoyle.
This isn’t a knee height gargoyle like the one pictured with the watermelon, this one is almost as tall as I am. Don’t ask how I kept hitting my knee because I haven’t figured it out yet. I guess I should slow down or something when I’m chasing those bugs. I have managed to put a dent in their population along with the dent in my knee.
At least I didn’t sprain my ankles again. No, I look like I frequently did as a child. I have a skinned knee. I know when I go out to lunch with G later today she’ll have a good laugh.
I will pick the watermelon soon
The sugar baby watermelon is almost ready to pick. Yes, so far we have just the one on the vines. The little yellow baby watermelon, which I’d hoped would compete with the sugar baby, died on the vine. With only one melon from two vines, it hardly seems worth the planting. We do have several cantaloupes growing nicely. I’ve had success with them before.
We will have no lack of eggplants, cucumbers, peppers, and tomatoes since all the plants are producing well so far. Right now, I’m eagerly waiting for the peppers that are supposed to turn red to do so, and for the tomatoes to ripen. The eggplants are growing like crazy. One plant has four little ones and the other two have three each. Soon G and I will both be serving fried eggplant. She was over here today drooling over the prospects.
I had almost forgotten the rosemary I’d planted near the pond last year. I will have plenty to dry since the plant is doing very well even after the freeze damage from the winter. The English lavender I picked and hung last month is dried and ready for use in whatever I want. The variegated lavender plant is starting to bloom. The scent is milder than the English lavender.
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