my woodland garden
of calming greens, creams, and white
has become burnt lands
burnt lands, prized hosta’s
are fading in noon day sun,
turtle heads struggle
struggle to maintain
their young stalks reaching upwards
when the shade is lost
is lost with absence
of decades old trees shelter
allowing their growth
their growth protected,
loved and nurtured over years
my heart aches with loss
Who is tired of tucking plants and pots in the shed, under trees, anywhere there is shelter from these frosty nights? Me Me ME !!!
When you place everything back into the sun for the day, please check all blooms. I found this wee Bumble tucked into a Begonia. I was certain he had frozen over night but thought maybe he just needs thawing, and it wouldn’t hurt him if he was deceased. I placed the pot in full sun with his wee Bumble butt facing outward where the sun doth shine.
Five minutes later, he shook himself, spread his widdle wings and he flew away. YAY!
They call me the Beeeee Whisperer Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz
O dear,
mama seems to have gained a bit of weight,
could she be, is she, ooooo nooooo,
her babes, four at last count, from last year
are still visiting the bird now squirrel feeder
and if she is I will go bankrupt
providing seed to song birds
only to be eaten by the resident squirrels.
