The hydrangeas are putting on a beautiful show in my back garden.
I only managed to save one plant from the ravages of plumbers last winter; there was a leak in a pipe and they dug up almost all of my back yard trying to locate it. They never did find it and resorted to capping off the leaky line and running a new one.
The back garden is slowly being put to rights, but I won't post any photos of it until it's completely done. I'll just focus on the hydrangeas' amazing ability to produce so many colors on one plant!
Coming home from a friend's house down in Cleghorn Canyon last week I was struck by how autumnal this scene looked. The trees are dead, but still beautiful, victims of a fire a couple of years ago. The brush is pretty much this tan color year round, except in the spring. But, it makes a nice change from up here in Crestline...
A pretty sunset from several days ago. The skies have been hazy lately from all the fires in California. There have been at least four in these mountains since the start of summer, and there's one burning right now about 15 miles to the east of me. Hopefully, our wonderful firefighters will have it contained soon.
And, horribly hot temperatures. Our high today was 94...August temperatures in June. I shudder to think what August will be like. Some weather people think this is the heat before the monsoon season, which used to bring at least a couple of inches of rain in July and August. It would be lovely if that happened this year.
Some pink dogwood blooms at the local nursery back in late April.
The weather has been so hot/cold/hot here it's a wonder anything has managed to bloom or produce fruit. The past two days have seen lows of 40 F and highs in the low 50's, while the preceding days saw highs in the 80's and lows of only 60 F!
This patch of wild sweet peas by Highway 18 in Sky Forest blooms reliably every year. I always try to make sure I get a photo of them. I've tried to get them to grow by my house, but I think I get too much shade. You can find them all over up here in early summer, and the scent is wonderful!
Memorial Day always reminds me of a conversation I had a long time ago with my brother, Jack. He fought in World War II on a naval destroyer in the Pacific. Years and years after it was all over I asked him how he felt about war. He replied, "I was happy, even eager, to go and fight for my country and for the people I loved. But now, after that and Korea and with all the horror that's going on in Vietnam...well, this is how I feel about war. I wish to God that the people in power had to go and fight right along side the soldiers on the ground, at sea and in the air. Maybe then they wouldn't be so quick to choose war. Maybe then, they'd all fight harder for peace."
She was the mother of the modern environmental movement. She saw what was coming...forests, woods, and meadows bereft of birds and animals, oceans devoid of fish. She saw what was coming...and she did something about it. So, thank you Rachel, and happy birthday wherever you are. We all owe you a huge debt of gratitude.
And some other Wildings, big and little, who kindly share their forest with me:
"To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." Ralph Waldo Emerson
A Young Steller's Jay
Common to high altitude forests all over the west
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Our task must be to free ourselves...by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. ~~ Albert Einstein
June Is Adopt a Cat Month
But, there are always strays who need a loving home - so don't shop, ADOPT! Click the photo for helpful tips on adopting.
If they breathe, they live. If they live, they feel. If they feel, they love. If they love, they are aware. If they are aware, they have a soul. ~ Williams
I love cats because I enjoy my home and, little by little, they become its visible soul ~ Jean Cocteau (That's Malcolm O'Mewy on the chair)
Feed the Hungry
I think we are bound to, and by, Nature. We may want to deny this connection and try to believe we control the external world, but every time there's a snowstorm or drought we know our fate is tied to the world around us. ~~ Alice Hoffman
What I'm Reading Now:
Give a Child a Book
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors and the most patient of teachers.
Charles W. Eliot
A person who collects or is fond of books. Also, a person who immediately feels safe, happy, even euphoric, when holding a favorite book.
Care for a cuppa?
Where there is tea there is hope - Pinero
Boulder Bay, Big Bear Lake
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Lake Gregory, Crestline
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A Favorite Quote
"I don't want life to imitate art; I want life to BE art." Carrie Fisher
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. ~ John Muir, from "The California Mountains"
I'm three-quarters Native American (Oglala Sioux and Cherokee), and one-quarter Northern Italian. I live in a little cottage with my furry "children" in a beautiful mountain forest where we enjoy daily visits from the little wild creatures. I love animals (you probably guessed), books, photography, tall trees, clear lakes, rain, snow, tea, the moon, and creating all kinds of art.