A Hummingbird hanging out on top of the weeping rose. Why I wanted a better camera. To better share with you the wonder of where we live.
This is the valley the hummer views as its territory. See why we hillside dwellers love living with a view. For all the extra work: there is simply nothing grander than borrowed views clothed in all the glorious greens. Green is not a color. It is a universe of its own.
One that isn't just the thousand shades of leaves and blades. There are the seasonal spikes of leaves blazing yellow, orange or red just before they flutter from the limbs to ground; to dry and nourish the tree from which they fell.
The scenery never steals the beauty of single flowers. The orchid buds are just beginning to poke their necks from the mop of leaves. But roses here are never out of bloom. Not completely.
Modern. English. I love them all. How abundantly they flourish this coming spring is largely determined by how intensely they are prepared over the next 3 weeks. With warmer than usual weather, I am in a race with breaking buds.
January sunsets are the best. Their early entrance in the day is God's favor to help slow us down. Keep gardener's from premature bent over posture):-
Time to turn in. My old point and shoot camera has its uses. But it could NEVER have taken the man in the moon's portrait. Not with the detail that suggests he's a bit sleepy. Ready for a nap.
As much as we love our chihuahuas, sometimes it is nice to not spend our evenings as their personal heating pads. Which is how Tahoe came to have her own personal heating blanket. We simply let her have mine. Night-night.
Just as soon as I have linked over to see what is happening on Show and Tell at My Romantic Home.