I lived in my house for 12 years before I saw this rose. The deer razed it every year until I put up a fence in the front. That spring, all sorts of flowers and plants showed up that I had never seen! (Did they sneak inside the fence as we built it or were they there all along?)
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I took pictures of this cutie out my back window. I got my Canon and cracked the back door. Sol Duc ran right out! But, mother deer is paying close attention.
Mother is nearly on my back porch and Sol Duc reverses direction very quickly and climbs.
An interaction between four sentient beings, though I stay in the house. I am photographing through a grubby window so as not to spook anyone else. Sol Duc immediately pretends nonchalance.
Mother deer is satisfied.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: sentient.
This rhododendron is still blooming at Fort Worden.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
And the rhododendrons are 8-12 feet high but are dwarfed by the trees.
I am Elwha.
I am a cat and I would prefer to explore the yard on my own, especially the wild unmown part!
As long as I can run back when a garbage truck goes by! They are too loud!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: strike.
From my yard.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Elwha and Sol Duc when they first went out in the cat cage. Whoo-hoo! Climb!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: jungle-gym.
Another from my neighbor’s garden.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Happy
May Sarton writes of happiness, in the quiet at home.
I am so happy when I dance that I smile with joy.
I wonder about the Sufis spinning
and if it is the same.
The poetry has that joy
and anyone who calls God/Dess the Beloved
has my attention.
One who was almost a friend
would laugh with me at restaurants.
Twice strangers thank us for having so much fun.
say our laughter gives them joy.
Thinking about happiness,
I think of my son’s capacity for joy
and wonder where he got it.
Surprise: from me, I think.
From me.
Home to the Longette & Longette Lite
Intelligence that is not artificial: we are real.
BLIND WILDERNESS
in front of the garden gate - JezzieG
Discover and re-discover Mexicoβs cuisine, culture and history through the recipes, backyard stories and other interesting findings of an expatriate in Canada
Or not, depending on my mood
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain!
An onion has many layers. So have I!
Exploring the great outdoors one step at a time
Some of the creative paths that escaped from my brain!
Books, reading and more ... with an Australian focus ... written on Ngunnawal Country
Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
Coast-to-coast US bike tour
Generative AI
Climbing, Outdoors, Life!
imperfect pictures
Refugees welcome - FlΓΌchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflΓΌchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
En fotoblogg
Books by author Diana Coombes
NEW FLOWERY JOURNEYS
in search of a better us
Less Noise. More Meaning
Art from the Earth
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Taking the camera for a walk!!!
From the Existential to the Mundane - From Poetry to Prose
1 Man and His Bloody Dog
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