August is a wild time of year in the gardens here at Flower Hill Farm. The daily lives of wild things blend and move about with ease. There is an understanding between the land and animals . . . we all take what we need . . . but never too much. I do wish to call a court in session to introduce charges against our resident rabbit's rabid rapacity, however. We rarely see young bucks, such as this one, sporting unique antlers. He will shed the lopsided headpiece this winter or early spring of … [Read more...] about A Sultry Summer August Day Full Moon and Clouded Sulphurs Play
A Sultry Summer August Day Full Moon and Clouded Sulphurs Play
August is a wild time of year in the gardens here at Flower Hill Farm. The daily lives of wild things blend and move about with ease. There is an understanding between the land and animals . . . we all take what we need . . . but never too much. I do wish to call a court in session to introduce charges against our resident rabbit's rabid rapacity, however.We rarely see young bucks, such as this one, sporting unique antlers. He will shed the lopsided headpiece this winter or early spring of next … [Read more...] about A Sultry Summer August Day Full Moon and Clouded Sulphurs Play
Hot Colors of Cool August Butterflies and a Bestiary of Birds
What is normal or average anymore? It seems that days are spread out more like a delicately hand-stitched quilt laying loosely across a large bed . . . not in triangles or squares but in free-form patterns that hardly relate to one another except in hues. Vivid colors, with a play of values, fills the eyes and dreams of those that slip beneath basted layers of wrinkled cloth . . . pieces torn and recombined.Such are our New England August days, once felt to be the warmest of the summer. Somehow … [Read more...] about Hot Colors of Cool August Butterflies and a Bestiary of Birds
Hot Colors of Cool August Butterflies and a Bestiary of Birds
What is normal or average anymore? It seems that days are spread out more like a delicately hand-stitched quilt laying loosely across a large bed . . . not in triangles or squares but in free-form patterns that hardly relate to one another except in hues. Vivid colors, with a play of values, fills the eyes and dreams of those that slip beneath basted layers of wrinkled cloth . . . pieces torn and recombined.Such are our New England August days, once felt to be the warmest of the summer. … [Read more...] about Hot Colors of Cool August Butterflies and a Bestiary of Birds
Summer Seems To Flutter By Not Quite Letting Go
The air is crisper now as the harvest moon lights up the night sky. The eclectic jungle of mine own plantings and that of natures intermingling is running wild and falling all over itself. I have only two Monarch caterpillars not yet morphed into their pupa phase, while I am daily releasing others that have fallen into their new wings. After slurping up their fill of nectar from around the gardens and dodging the dangerous beaks of birds, butterflies are flying south . . . Mexico … [Read more...] about Summer Seems To Flutter By Not Quite Letting Go
