One of the many golden orb weavers growing into maturity. This one is on the front porch.
The mama split-leaf philodendron plant that I have had since Lily was a baby (thirty years or so) and from whom I've gotten so many cuttings. I finally stuck her in the ground where she thrives.
This is a tiny, tiny bird's nest that Lis found in our driveway when she was here last. I had placed it in the pot below which is on the wall by my kitchen porch where wrens have nested before. The other day, Mr. Moon saw a wren perch on the rim of the pot, grab the little nest with her beak, and toss it to the ground.
She's a better house keeper than I.
Figs! I swear- they were all green four days ago.
And I'm leaving in three days to go to Asheville. And I do not necessarily feel like making and canning preserves.
What's a girl to do?
I wish I could just send them all to Rebecca.
Mr. Moon has taken the convertible out of the garage and rinsed it off and wants to go for a ride which would be heavenly if I wasn't so dang tired.
Shall I gird my loins?