Saucer-sized sunflowers to help attract the pollinators.
A something in a summer’s Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
Our well-upholstered heirloom tomatoes.
A month or so ago, Molly Moynahan, a novelist and writing teacher living in Chicago, invited me to participate in a Blogger Hop, something I’d never heard about being such a newbie to the blogosphere.
We live a short distance upstream from the largest curtain of falling water in the world. In high-water season nine million cubic meters cascade over Victoria Falls in a second.
The native aloes around our house are in bloom. They only do this once a year. Not only are these scaffolded fire-orange flowers a feast for the eyes, they are a feast for myriad bird species.
Indigenous people in this semi-arid region of southern Africa have been nourished by Mongongo nuts for over 7,000 years.
The decoration of our house, the tin box, is to be found outside, not inside. The finger-like evergreen branches of the surrounding teak trees provide us with year-round sun parasols.
