This blog features small, quirky views of my little wooded yard, and all the various things that happen here: animal, vegetable, and just plain odd or interesting (to me). Enjoy!

They come, they go……always glad to see digitalis purpurea.



Look at this fella!I had never seen one before Sunday.

The one I found was unfortunately dead. I looked it over for a few days, then bagged it up and gave it to a child bug collector/bug lover I know.

Sure was a looker.



This adorable yet gamy being wandered into the yard last night. When I took my girl Polly out for some middle of the night relief, the odor was uncommonly strong. Not so pleasant as when sniffed from a comfortable distance.

Still, what a cutey, huh?

This mysterious creature was spotted yesterday, lounging in a bucket. I had never seen one before.

Diabrotica undecimpunctata

Though I wish I had a monkey/chimp/ape in my yard, I do not.



I would like to compliment this one on being more photogenic than I, however.

Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:
The morning-glories on the wall,
The pansies in their patch of shade,
The violets, stolen from a glade,

The bleeding hearts and columbine,
Have long been garden friends of mine;
But memory every summer flocks
About a clump of hollyhocks.

The mother loved them years ago;
Beside the fence they used to grow,
And though the garden changed each year
And certain blooms would disappear
To give their places in the ground
To something new that mother found,
Some pretty bloom or rosebush rare–
The hollyhocks were always there.

It seems but yesterday to me
She led me down the yard to see
The first tall spires, with bloom aflame,
And taught me to pronounce their name. And year by year I watched them grow,
The first flowers I had come to know.
And with the mother dear I’d yearn
To see the hollyhocks return.

The garden of my boyhood days
With hollyhocks was kept ablaze;
In all my recollections they
In friendly columns nod and sway;
And when to-day their blooms I see,
Always the mother smiles at me;
The mind’s bright chambers, life unlocks Each summer with the hollyhocks.

Edgar Guest

Not much news: down for the count with a cold.

Enjoy Mr. Bun in the interim.

"I wanna hold your hand."