My goal this year has been to be an extra good steward of Mother Nature’s wildlife. With that in mind, I crossed my fingers and planted two milkweed plants in April for any monarch butterflies journeying south. Not only did we have our first guest this weekend, but a neighboring bumblebee stopped by as well.
It used to be tough to wrangle everyone into place for the perfect family photo (and even today it can be challenging). Looks like little Sister L didn’t quite get with the program… but kudos to Sister S for lending a helpful hand with Tinker.
This gorgeous flower is a scarlet hibiscus, native to Georgia. It was given to me by a dear friend, from her garden. I’ve been waiting three years for it to bloom; last week it finally put on a show.
When you order buttered grits in New Orleans, they don’t fool around. If I listened closely, I could hear my arteries clog.
There’s something about this image that just cracks me up… perhaps the dazed look on my sister L’s face, her mismatched dress and cap, my ragamuffin outfit, or that wooly dog. But mostly, I think it’s because there’s a quirky sense that L is the one I’ll be taking for a walk.
There’s a little something for everyone in the French Quarter.
The garden has been teeming with dragonflies lately. Up close, I find them to be a bit creepy and prehistoric, but I will say that their wings are exquisite.