After the rain

It rained last Friday. I swear these days whenever it rains I can hear all the plants breath a sigh of relief as their roots suck up the much-needed moisture and their leaves expand.

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Sunday was almost warm and the winds had died down so I worked outside for a while. It was nice to spend some time outside.

I had a follower while I was working. This little one followed me from one end of the patio to the other as I went about my chores. I finally gave in and put some food down.

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I noticed some holes on the butterfly plant and found the responsible party

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Most of the plants I keep as butterfly larvae food sources are looking a little ragged right now. Something I don’t mind at all. I have fennel and parsley, but haven’t had any larvae show up on them yet.

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2016 Labor Day weekend

Had a good Labor Day weekend. Now I need a day off. Friday on the way home I went and bought three bags of cocoa mulch, mulch made from the shells of cocoa seeds for the uninitiated, and some new plants, of course and proceeded to spend a large portion of my weekend pulling weeds, pruning and spreading mulch. All of this made me very happy. It also made me very tired. But at least I feel like I accomplished something. And I did get to spend a lot more time outside than on my usual weekend.

I started with the atrium. I’d take a bucket of mulch in and spread it around and take a bucket of dead leaves, clippings and weeds out. That worked so well there I did it with the rest of the yard, too. For once I could actually see a difference from before to after. Often you really can’t tell where I’ve been working. I think next I’ll go in and lift the stepping stones up out of the baby tears and wash them off. Many have settled into the dirt.

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In addition to manual labor, I got to commune a little with the lizards and the butterflies. This little one has been caught by and rescued from the cats more than once.

Baby pigeons are hysterical

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Baby pigeons are hysterical. Not in the ‘haha’ funny way, although there’s some of that, too. In the squeaking, flapping, trying to climb all over you way, “I’m going to die if you don’t feed me” way. Opening the door to the atrium is a little like being in “The Birds” movie. Even though it’s fixated on me as a food source, I’m hoping it will grow up and leave me as most babies leave their parents. Fingers crossed. The gape is going away and there are pinfeathers around its beak and under its wings.

The other day when we were all out on the patio it flew to the back of my chair, then scrambled around to perch on my knee. From there it watched the doves on the bird feeder coming and going.