Coffee Mate

While sipping my morning coffee, a garden companion enjoyed her morning oak nut.

 

She sat (or is it a squat?) in a garden adjacent to my patio only a few feet away from me, contentedly munching her breakfast. I was directly in front of her, comfortable on a wooden bench, coffee cup in hand, listening to the birds begin their day and observing Ms. Squirrel’s meal. We shared no conversation; my attempts at engagement went unanswered.

Within a few minutes, Ms. Squirrel finished her nut. She glanced at me before bounding off. I took her last look at me as a nod in confirmation of her ease in the garden and companionship with me–as long as there was respectful distance.

I was surprised and pleased that she spent some of her day, perhaps not exactly in camaraderie with me, but demonstrating a level of comfort with my presence.

She and I shared 5 or 6 minutes of morning quiet before heading off to our respective adventures and responsibilities.

I’m glad to join today with Anna’s Wednesday Vignette.  Pop on over and check out musings of all sorts.

 

Succulence

I wanted to watch birds–maybe take a photo, or ten–but the birds weren’t interested.  I’d heard them when I was inside, so came outside to watch.

The birds absconded from my garden.  They retired from their aerial runway for that evening.

As I sat, photographically dejected, I observed this Ghost plant, Graptopetalum paraguayense, charming rosettes all cheery and eager for attention, just a few feet away.

Succulent succulence.

There’s something pure spring about the green of this plant.  As I was pondering the lack of spring bird migration (that’s been a thing this year), I was rewarded with the company of these lush, friendly, spring-like plants.  Interestingly, Ghost plants show a range of coloring–green, to grey, to tinged with pink–depending upon sun exposure and time of year.  I grow quite a few ghosts, popped thoughtlessly in various pots around my garden; they’re stupidly easy to grow.

This crew sits in morning sun and next to a bench–the bench where I watch birds.

Or is it the bench where I appreciate ghosts?

Today, I’m joining in with Anna’s Wednesday Vignette for springtime, and all kinds, of musings.

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Alien

Late one afternoon, bordering on early evening, I sat for a few minutes to watch birds.  The day was settling down and the sun, while bright, was low on the horizon.  Pollinators and birds were active as they wrapped up the day.

Spring migration in underway and the pond in my back garden is a draw for weary feathered travelers to rest, bathe, and drink.  I’ve only observed a few migratory birds so far this spring: some Orange-crowned warblers, a few American Goldfinches, one or two Lincoln Sparrows.  Still, one never knows what the garden will offer.

This particular evening, the garden offered up an alien–a little green guy.

Running along the top of the fence, he pause, listened, then dashed under the cover a twining vine.  I lost him for a minute, then he peeked out from the foliage and gave me the stink eye.  This little green fella, this Green AnoleAnolis carolinensis, was out and about and on the hunt.  Afterall, it was dinnertime.

Just after this shot, he darted into the body of the vine.  Shortly afterwards, I saw him smack his mouth in satisfaction, presumably after eating something, or someone:  bee, or moth, or beetle–only the little green anole knows.

He didn’t lick his chops, but he might as well have.

Joining in today with Anna’s Flutter and Hum and her wonderful Wednesday Vignette.  Please pop over for garden, nature, and other musings.