She Kept A Parrot


This is an old shot from a couple of years ago. The trumpet vine grew across an outdoor canvas print in the pergola. I watched it attach its roots to the canvas knowing the damage it was doing. Somehow, I didn’t mind. I saw it by chance in my files. It is far more appealing to me than a Christmas tree. I post it here, just because… ūüôā

  Those of you who remember the Carolina Trumpet Vine And my love-hate relationship with her Will know what to expect From my latest love I was fascinated by the images of Lemony Shots’ Clematis So, when I saw this lovely at the garden center I brought her home The Clematis will live in a large pot Since the garden is too shady for her liking Oh, by the way… Miss Trumpet… Read More

Every year, the doves appear in the spring. They add new sticks to their flimsy nests And set up housekeeping for another season. They built shabby nests under the eaves at the entrances to both of our houses. Every year, the nests grow bigger with the addition of new building materials. And, every year they lay their eggs and raise their young in the old nests. They visited the garden and sunned… Read More

I am taking a holiday this week. To visit you. I have been too long away.

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

Tea With Miss Lucy Anole Mr. Anole made a surprise appearance in his new coat yesterday. ¬†A green one instead of the brown one he was wearing when we met. ¬†He heard that he was being photographed, I am fairly certain. ¬†I told him he looked dapper in it. ¬†I noticed a bit of pink blush spread under his chin as he agreed that green really is his best color. ¬†He could… 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

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