Showing posts with label Nature's Colors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nature's Colors. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 25, 2020

Do you see them?


There are definitely signs of Autumn around us.  

Just a glance into the garden and I see such changes in the past week. A few golden leaves dropping from both the fig tree and the Japanese maple. Opening a new magazine I find things to do such as knitting, home decor and crafting leaning toward Autumn shades of gold, rust, orange and brown. How many more scarves and cowls can I knit?  With 'silvered' hair I suppose I'll have to find new yarn colors soon!

I will not be sad at all to see summer leave this year! It's not my favorite season in the best of times. This year the weather has not been overly generous with what I would describe as "beautiful Summer days."  Rain and heat, oppressive humidity, lots of almost sunless days, heavy grey clouds, and rarely a brilliant 'Carolina Blue' sky which we are known for! 



I did a little baking at the weekend - this blueberry peach crostata, good and somewhat healthy.  
I also had my car detailed ready for Autumn, it's looks like new although quite old! Our long time friend will return on Thursday to do Bob's. 
Although we have no plans to drive far in shiny clean vehicles, we did go for pedicures together on Sunday afternoon. Our sweet Vietnamese ladies are always excited when "Mr. Bob" accompanies me - he made them laugh behind their masks!  
We made travel reservations for a Thanksgiving trip to family in Arizona - in hopes it pans out. We are also making plans to get home to England next Spring - I can hardly wait! 

I stepped outside late on a recent evening. The air had cooled a bit for the first time in months and the shrill sound of the cicadas had lowered a little. Then I heard them in the high trees across from the cottage, a pair of Great Horned Owls. Their conversation was interesting being so close, yet invisible.  I wondered what it was about. . . . . a new romance, what delicacies they might find for supper, flying conditions for that cooler night? Such large beautiful birds, but sadly rarely seen in their natural habitat.

Great Horned Owl
My photo from a visit to the World Owl Trust some years ago.

This tufted, yellow-eyed owl with gravelly hoots that carry far, sound almost like a muffled foghorn from a distance. When pairs chant together the female goes first, followed closely by the male. The second and third hoots in their series tend to be the shortest. Great Horned Owls can be found all over the continental United States, Alaska, and most of Canada. The 'horns' are actually tufts of feathers. The ragged ends of the wing feathers result in silent flight. This large bird doesn't build a nest but takes over nests of crows, hawks and Great Blue Herons, or uses tree cavities. One brood per year with two white eggs, are usually laid here in the Carolinas in December and January. Fearless, it's one of few animals that will kill skunks and porcupines.  Amazing birds!

How is your week going?  Well I hope. I'm off now to water the garden as it's looking parched with no rain in several days. I may pick basil, it's still growing strong and green, to make yet another batch of pesto to freeze.  


Friday, August 18, 2017

A Look At Life II. . . . . . . . . . . . .


Photos from Ireland, England and North Carolina - 2016

Still working at getting back on track here on the blog.
I'm needing some time to plan, organize, think through, relax, discover, detox the
 body and perhaps more importantly the mind. I've stopped watching television news. 
Am I sticking my head in the sand to save my sanity?
 Maybe I am, but at my age I can do that. 
Currently I'm having a difficult time with the world situation. 

I want to enjoy the beauty of life.
For a start, I need to spend more time on my huge library of photographs
 from the seven continents, doing something worthwhile with them.

This past week I watched the most amazing two hour program on my
 PBS station - Ireland's Wild Coast (watch the trailer) with
 award-winning Irish cinematographer, Colin Stafford-Johnson. 
Be certain to see the program if you can.
Since visiting there last year I've not stopped thinking about the glorious
 beauty, magnificence, peacefulness of that lovely country's Western Coast.
If it was at all possible I believe I would move there tomorrow, or even today!

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Fade from Blue. . . . . .



Less than two weeks ago I shared the really deep blue of this year's
 hydrangeas in my garden HERE.

The bushes are huge, the flower heads big, heavy and numerous.
Now, just a few days into official summertime, they are already starting to
 fade because they are planted in parts of the garden that get direct sun in the 
afternoon.  These lovely shrubs should really be resting in shadows, taking a
 shady siesta after lunch! When I planted them many years ago I had more
 trees in front of the house and porch and they did get shade. Now the sun's
 rays find them easily so along with very hot temperatures, and often high
 humidity, I'm perhaps lucky to have any hydrangeas at all!

Of course I've cut some for the house and hopefully later I'll have plenty
to dry for the dark days of winter.

I really do believe this is early in the season to have blooms already turning 
dusty shades of pale green, lavender, soft pink. Still beautiful though.


 Between the older blooms there are still fresh bright blue ones opening - such
 wonderful plants.

The front garden on this beautiful Sunday morning. . . . . . . and me blogging
from the shady gazebo in the back garden, where a cardinal mom is feeding her
 squawking baby on the grass, squirrels are performing their usual gymnastics
 on the feeders, woodpeckers and nuthatches are breakfasting on the suet,
 and a sure sound of summer in the south - cicadas making their unmistakable
 music. . . . . 
and I continue to heal (and wait patiently for permission to work in the
 garden again). . . . . . . . . and am thankful for many things.



Do you grow hydrangeas? 
How are they doing this summer?

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

'Proud as a Peacock' on Dartmoor ----------------


A day out on Dartmoor, included a stop for a snack at this very special place. 
I think we enjoyed the wildlife more than anything else - this bevy of peacocks 
(you can just see one rather plain brown peahen in the last pic) being the 
main attraction.
Such magnificent birds who cry loudly like babies, and who seemed to enjoy
fluttering on and off the cafe's roof.
Strutting their stuff, they were definitely fun to watch, and those colors,
those beautiful colors. The male's train feathers can grow up to six feet in length. 
Isn't Nature marvelous!
Did you know that peacocks shed their beautiful train feathers naturally
after the mating season and then grow new ones?
Thankfully they can then be gathered and sold without any harm to the bird.
Birds such as these in the wild often live for up to 20 years.