Or – a walk through our garden by the Mersey River in early July.
Home sweet home.
In Nfld. one might say that “these red strawberries are white because they’re green” but that does not apply here; these bold albinos don’t even know how to blush and stay perfectly white even when they are fully ripened.
Blue Heron craning it’s neck – hey, which crane came first, the bird or the verb?
Pink Lily
Rudbeckia. Is this a brown-eyed or black-eyed Susan? Only her horticulturist knows for sure!
Dogwood blossom
Named for the bees, but in my mind this beebalm could just as easily be called hummingbirdbalm, they love it so much.
Yellow lilies.
Rock Roses
Sunset over the Mersey River. Well, the sun actually sets over Ashley’s house but the river view does get pink from time to time.
And day turns to night….
Now tell me, why would we want to go anywhere else? Perhaps the answer might be different some time in late February, but for now I feel like I am living in a parkland! Am I contented? Yes.
(c) Judy Parsons 2013
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