Grandma Betty, patroling the goldfish activity in the little backyard pond.
A little over… two?… years ago, Grandma Betty moved in with my parents. She’s my grandmother on my mother’s side, and she can make seeds grow just by looking at them. She will also feed you until you burst.
Grandma Betty classically entertained us with her stories of her childhood– specifically one about a rooster that she would always beg to have cooked for supper, because it would terrorize her. She would send us a crate of oranges and grapefruits every year for our Birthdays, and she could make anything grow just by looking at it.
Grandma Betty has turned the concrete slab behind my parents house from a potted-plant cemetery into a backyard oasis. Bird feeders, bird houses, a goldfish pond and beautiful ivy all flourish in little enclave. This afternoon, she invited me out to sit with her, and I took my SLR with me.
A thirsty wasp chases me away from the bird feeder so he can nip a drink.
A wren, eyeing me suspiciously, as I linger too close to its birdhouse. I didn't get dive-bombed, but a squirrel definitely did.
A wild morning glory drinks in the sunshine.
One of the goldfish, hiding under the rocks at the bottom of the pond.
The other goldfish, popping up to get some sunshine, and to eat a bubble.
A rose, budding but not bloomed.
A rose, mostly bloomed.
Sunflower! It's too young to be harassed by the birds yet, but I think it's pretty all the same.
Decorative Birdhouse-- seems to be uninhabited but I like it, anyway.
A throwback to our heritage-- a Celtic cross.
A butterfly found the one weed in a part of the driveway that has loose stone, and sunned itself, slowly fanning its wings.
Queen Anne's Lace. If you look closely, you can see the red petals in the center.
I have absolutely no clue what kind of flower this is. Other than "very pretty."
Grandma, sitting in her rocking chair in the shade.
… I love spending time at home.
xo
-MM.