She Kept A Parrot


Autumn in the Garden is quiet. The plants and the animals seem to move silently about the task of preparing for the long sleep. As he has done for nearly thirty years, Mr. Gargoyle watches without much interest as one final arm of the Trumpet falls aimlessly over his shoulder. When the vine on the pergola shows her last bits of new green, I no longer expect a coral trumpet. But, as… Read More

Sometimes, when the air is cool and the sun is low on the horizon, I take Rita outside with me to spray water on the plants in the pergola. She likes to sit in this corner on this particular chair. The opposite corner is virtually identical with the same plants, but when I put her on that chair once, she flew to the floor and waddled over to her chair. Sometimes, parrots have… Read More

Hello, Folks! On my birthday, I spent the early part of the day and the late evening investigating all of the nooks and crannies in the garden. It always surprises and delights me when I discover the changes in everything that grows and lives there beneath the leafy cover. I was delighted when I discovered that Mr. Anole had quietly returned. I almost brushed by him sitting in the shadows on a… Read More

Hello, Friends!  I missed the entire month of April.  This post just sat there waiting for me to finish it.  I started the post to share my Iris with you.  I declare, I must have zillions of photographs of the Iris now.  I never paid the slightest attention to the old-fashioned iris.  I never really liked them.  My daughter included these plants in the landscape plan for this house primarily because of… Read More

Early this morning, I saw a pair of courting doves sitting on the fence outside my screened porch.  Stealthy hunter that I am, I sneaked out behind the pergola where I could get a bead on them with the camera.  Of course, they saw me in my bright pink robe and sailed away.  I only got one quick shot of them from my hiding place. When I looked down, I discovered a… Read More

Today is a holiday in the United States.  It is a time of gathering together with family and friends to reflect on our lives. Today, I was in the company of my dogs and my chinchilla, Che, and my parrot companion, Rita The sun was shining and it was warm in the garden. Since I wrote the first three lines, the weeks have come and gone and it’s almost Christmas. As I… Read More

As anybody who has been in South Texas for more than thirty days says, Un pequito mas, and holds up a finger and the thumb to make the sign of a tiny bit more.   Thus, the title of this post.  I couldn’t resist sharing my encounter with you.   This time, Mr. Anole was jumping from one stem to another so I knew right away that he was alive … for… Read More

The Carolina Trumpet From my chair on the porch, I can see the trumpets.  They hang down almost to waist level as I walk the path to Boy’s house.  When we took our spring walk in the garden, I promised that the Carolina Trumpet Vine would be filled with coral trumpets by summertime.  I think it has outdone itself this year.  Blossoms continually appear and fall arranging themselves into surprising and delightful… Read More

Okay, I figured out what is causing my slow Internet connection.  It’s those sneaky Garden Gremlins and their UFO buddies!  I’m onto ’em now.  I got the photographic evidence against ’em.  I’m gonna’ take Rich’s bat to their ship if they show up again.  Or hang some of Joseph’s Eyeballs around the whole place.  They hate eyeballs. Actually, my infamous Guru logged in (Via LogMeIn) and fixed my connection.  Here he is.  His name is Ray… Read More

I went out looking for light bubbles ON PURPOSE this afternoon.  I knew precisely where to find them.  They always dance in the palms when the setting sun plays with them late in the afternoon.  If you listen carefully, you can hear them singing.  I also found the large family of mosquitoes who live under the palms.  UGH.  These leaves were swaying gracefully in the breeze the way they always do.  They look… Read More