Funky Dunky

 

Miss Charlotte, the delight of any camera in sight

It’s said she’d rather snooze than beautify,

As her low key contenance rather delights her humans.

 

She may know her given name if it’s to her advantage,

And much of her is as one imagines,

As she disappears - the rest of the day – hidden – not here.

 

She vanishes within herself with that long empty stare.

A mystery not waiting to be solved.

She’s her own being living in middle-class luxury.

 

A tricky balance, not rocking the boat,

Giving affection one pinch at a time,

Seeking the contentment of solitude,

In an environment of multitudes.

I’m thinking, more or less, that sums it all up,

Meeting half way in all there is to say.

 

She’s an enigima - someone’s darling in her long, lost past,

Another one's darling in present tense,

She is Miss Charlotte - and that's one hundred percent enough.

Very little of the garden this time around, as we are having to work out the kinks of giving our terrier a good quality of life before we must let him go.  It’s been tiring searching for food he will eat that doesn’t cause more problems with his kidneys.

My phone camera sometimes refuses to take a photo until I go out of camera mode, then back in.  Other times it wants me to do something it has picked out, instead of the choice I have picked out.  It’s very exasperating arguing with that darn thing.

Blooms have come and gone without a photo to record the event; but that’s life, isn’t it.  Most days are filled with so much rain, we’ve had to do our pruning in between all the storms of the day.

Charlotte’s macro photos came out nicely, but I think I must increase the pixel rate on the telephoto ones, like the grey squirrel.  The quality of its photographed fur leaves much to be desired.  I haven’t used a regular camera for so long, I’m having to reteach myself how to work the “Pro” App.  At least when I use focus, green appears around the subject when it’s at its best.

The first cicadas of the season have begun digging themselves out of the ground, and climbing up any plant nearby to shed their exoskeleton before drying out and flying up into the trees for courtship time.  I briefly saw one today as it tested out its wings with a few buzzes, then flew up into the canopy.  It was only about an inch long.

Watched a newly appearing lady bug, still in its yellow phase, stretch its wings out a few times, then have the audasity to fly off before I could photograph it well.  A small snail traveling in creep mode, became a small snail not traveling in squashed mode, when I totally forgot in my hurriedness where it was.  I feel a tiny bit bad about that one.

The Sweetspire is the darling of the Carpenter Bees, and amid all that buzzing one might think a few photos would follow below, BUT... with sunshine in one's eyes it was a lost cause.  I had to be content watching all the tiny shadows buzzing around on the ground.

I'm calling it a day, as I'm working without my laptop; writing at a computer whose chair hates me profoundly.  The laptop's at the doctor to see if it will go into it's chaotic phase for him.  Circles popping up and disappearring just as fast, then word documents opening in differeent size windows, layering upon each other as the circles are still dancing about, then... well, it goes on and on and on.  I have a little monster on my hands, clearly possessed.

How beautiful are the rosy footsteps of May! Less showery and changeful than April, and not so heated and burdensome as June, she stands like a gentle mediator between the two... With her soft blue eye, and her mild but radiant countenance, she comes like an angel of light among men... She scatters in her path the sweetest flowers of nature, and everywhere breathes fragrance and joyousness. The birds of the air are carolling her welcome, and even the mute beasts of the field seem happier at her coming. ~"May," Eliza Cook's Journal, 1850

This about says it all with my garden this year.  

Stay happy and safe and full of love.

Itea virginica 'Saturnalia' (Sweetspire)

 Clematis Venosa Violacea.

Dustin

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