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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

Yesterday, I posted a cactus flower.  My artsy cactus flower.  The truth is that the wind was blowing the cactus plants all around, and I was doing my routine St. Vitus number with the camera so the flower was out of focus.  I did have one photograph that was reasonably focused, but I liked the artsy one.  Now, that’s downright silly.  It showed you nothing about what a cactus plant and its… Read More

This cactus is blooming beside the drive-thru menu outside the barbecue restaurant where I order my sandwiches about once a week.  The plants have been there as long as I can remember, and the restaurant is very old.  The blossoms are lovely in the late spring.  I always enjoy looking at them.   The prickly pear cactus is native to Texas.  I am certain that the American Indians must have named their… Read More

I bought my very first compact camera, and I am test driving it.  It is so tiny.  I can hardly hold it.  I am accustomed to my Nikon D-300 with its heavy Nikkor 18-200mm walk-around lens.  I couldn’t believe this little thing could produce a reasonable photograph particularly since I have a familial tremor in both hands. Here is one of my photos from today.  It is a leaf on a sword… Read More

Today is my seventieth birthday.  Seventy is an unbelievable number of years.  The number doesn’t compute in my head!  So…  today, I post whatever I like.  I like my trumpet flower pictures.  When I began this blog in January, the vine that covers the pergola was bare, gnarled and twisted bones.  As it always does, it filled itself with lush green.  Then, the trumpets started appearing everywhere along with the humming birds… Read More

Palms I Every year the palms bloom.  You know I am charmed by the palms.  These Pygmy Date Palms have smaller blooms because they are young. II III Che says “Hi”.  He hasn’t appeared lately.  He may be worried that you have forgotten him.  I assured him that he is unforgettable!

Creeping Carolina Trumpet The vine in the pergola reveals its tentacles only in the bareness of winter.  In spring and summer, hidden beneath a benign tapestry, it patiently forces apart joints in the framework attaching itself in an indiscernible, slow-motion drama of destruction.  I am torn between the fear of its steady invasion and the lure of its evil promise of coral trumpets. (click image to enlarge)