|New Home for Transplants|
June 7 Garden Report:
The garden is beginning to take shape. It's like painting, adding a dab here, building up there until a picture emerges. The horses keep me company for three hours and I take breaks to scratch their foreheads and chins. Pistol stretches out in the sunshine on his side, basking in a rest as if watching me dig is wearisome. Snapper closes her eyes and hangs her head in a horse-nap stance.
It is time for roots to learn to dive in this soil and breath new life into the transplants. I water and welcome them all to their new spot by Elmira Pond.
June 7 Late Afternoon Pond Report:
Tuna Salad on a toasted English muffin, Spicy Thai Kettle Chips and a California apricot means it's break time. I sit on the front porch and, as if invited to high tea, Blue Heron flies in. Abandoning lunch, I manage to shoot pixels of his graceful glide so close to the water he might actually be swimming.
A goose stands on the log that is favored by the resident mergansers and the entire goose clan skims across water sparkling like flecks of mica. Goose guard is working; they still have 14 goslings, getting bigger and more distinct each day.
As ever, the pond is pretty and I dive right in, metaphorically, and snap more shots.
|Blue Heron Swim-Gliding|
|Goose on Merganser Log|
|Blue Heron's Favorite Reeds|
|Beautiful Sight, Every Day|
|Clouds Roll Over Hills|
|Goose Clan All in a Row|