A ginger lily which Kathleen gave me.
Can you see the dragonfly out on the leaf?
Hens scratching under banana plants. Chickens are the best weeders you could ever want and they fertilize as they go.
I do so love my chickens.
Not a good picture but the best I've been able to accomplish so far. Mrs. Baby and her baby. We have yet to name this creature. I am a little bit afraid to although she seems hardy and sturdy enough. I hate keeping them penned in, especially as Baby is such a half-wild thing but if we let them out, I know without a doubt that a hawk would get that child and I can't bear the thought. I want her or him to grow up to be a big strong banty-Elvis hybrid. If Elvis is the daddy, of course, and so far there is no way of knowing. Even if Elvis is not the daddy, I want that baby to live.
Spanish moss. Just because.
Light. The morning kind.
How fortunate I am to live here. How amazing to me, even after nine years, that I am able to call this place home.