Two days ago I wondered why I could hear the street cleaner at this time of year. I kept looking out the window as it seemed to go by, but could never see it. Hmm.
Then, a subtle perfume began to fill the house that I couldn't identify at first. Was it our new bath soap? No-o. As it became stronger I realized it was sweet grass. The sound seemed to be predominantly at one side of the house so I figured my neighbour was cutting the grass. Finally I went to look out the back of the house where one window was still open to get the cooling night breeze.
The sun was high and little puffs of cloud were floating beneath the high altostratus. The brisk breeze was calming in the heat of the late morning sun. It was time to close the window
The particular motor sound I heard was coming from behind the house.
Aha! The riddle solved!
The field behind our house was being hayed.
By the time I made it out, he had already finished our side of the field
and was working on a rectangle at the back.
I was out long enough to realize that the mower is lifted at every turn
As the uncut grass is approached, the mower is lowered
and set down at the beginning of the "cut"
and he carries on up the hill again
I would think this would be a very gratifying job done
rows of mown hay drying in the sun
One regret of mine is that I never photographed the amazing field of lupins that grew this year.
Here are a few lupin seed pods that remain.
I know this is a weird shot but I thought I'd include it anyway.
Can you guess what it is?
I won't leave you hanging. It is a crow among several that had come
to browse the new mown hay for "easy pickin's"
A parting view of the tractor through the wild rose bush
To the right of me, a huge wild rose bush that had already bloomed without our appreciation of it, obscured by the back border hedge.
Now I will turn from the field out back to our little gardens of vegetables and flowers.
and here you see that hedge that dwarfs our little vegetable garden
At my feet a crow's feather and a hidden cherry, all that remains of the feast
that the neighbour's cherry tree provided,
devoured by the starlings that stayed all one day last week, chattering and partying.
Peas on the left, beans on the right, zucchini at the back
Wally was so worried that his bush beans were actually growing out of control
that he laid another trellis on top of the one that was already there.
pretty green bean blossoms
a pea blossom is about this size
holding the pea blossom up to see its delicate underside
tomatoes are looking healthy
arugula, lettuce and mustard
beet greens and me
Oh! and who is this?
amazing blue/black wasp
his neatly folded stained glass wings
a bee I guess
a gorgeous copper coloured fly
a regular old housefly
The bugs seem to love the dill
I found this dreamy corner of one of my photographs
a hardened old poppy head
a lone Harrelson apple
I guess the deer got the rest
I had to make this macro shot to show its beauty
but really it is only about 1/2 inch across
The lilies have been looking like this for months.
Boy they need a long incubation period
Fortunately the wild pink mallow make the lily garden look pretty
until the lilies are ready to make their debut
Then the Echinacea that we thought we'd lost during the hurricane several weeks ago;
they grow around the homemade composter
(full of ash tree leaves from branches that fell during the hurricane.)
The graceful petals lean away like a ballerina's tutu.
In amongst the seed head are a constellation of starry stamens!
Upon departing this Echinacea caught my camera strap
"please don't go" it seemed to say.
Sorry for another mind blip as I cannot remember
what these desert-like flowers are called that grow beside the Echinacea
I see these botanical wonders and I marvel at how prehistoric they seem
On the other side of the composter the clematis are making a weak show of it
but welcome nonetheless
The Hollyhocks, on the other hand are doing marvellously well
a macro shot of the hollyhocks centre
The seed pod of a spent hollyhock
The star shape of a hollyhock about to bloom
a saucy little exotic African daisy
The blooms on a hosta, a member of the lily family
such a hardy petal
with stamens that curl backward as if too shy
Sweet William for my Wally
The back porch pots in lush bloom
Pink Pink Pink for Wally's mother
and the cherry tomatoes finally blushing
Too pretty to break up the party
take comfort in your blessings