"If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents, and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people"...Thich Nhat Hanh
I was so excited to see that after several days on a nest (built by robins last year), that doves had chosen this location. Then within one day after I saw the egg, it had disappeared along with the mom. I watched as they tried to build another nest over a doorway ledge. The straw kept falling off because the ledge was so narrow, so after another week, they abandoned that effort, and she appeared to have relocated atop a hedge. Eventually they gave up on that effort too. Sigh.
We have a zillion May Apples this spring. They begin in a closed umbrella shape and then as they open up to a full umbrella shape they cover a lot of space and provide a great sea of green. This little May Apple caught my eye because she did not have that shape at all and was standing straight up. Or . . is it a guy?
I have not one purple iris. I have 'moved' all my bulbs, even Mamo's, which really makes me nervous. Including her peony! I had all the old spent azaleas pulled out. And, all of Ms. Bark's lilies. My beautiful Easter lily that my son gave me years ago. Making way for new azaleas and moving all the other stuff to sunnier beds. They are all in clumps, pots and buckets. Just hankering to be planted. As in . . . when the landscaper gets the beds ready . . . the one that was scheduled to be here last month . . . So . . . I took a walk in the woods. Which is actually only feet from the back door. And, I found some purple. Have no idea what it is except that it is a wildflower. And, remember May Apples?