Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Mind Control
As I walked through the house today one thought kept popping into my mind: Fish. Weird.
Fishies, fishies.
Fishies!
Fishies, please?
Fishies, FISHIES, fishies, FISHIES!!
And, suddenly, I felt like it was urgent, no, imperative, no...a matter of life and death...that I give my cats their fishie treats IMMEDIATELY. Isn't it strange how these thoughts come out of nowhere and invade your mind?
(The photo of the mountain lion is from the Internet, photographer unknown).
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Faeries Friday - Rillana
This is Rillana, and she usually lives down by the stream. However, it's very hot today, and the fish are being particularly rude. You know...leaping up and making huge splashes trying to drench her, sneaking up underneath her when she's hovering over the water and blowing bubbles up to startle her.
Well, she beat them at their own game! Rillana got tired of dodging splashes and bubbles so she waited and watched until a fish blew an especially large bubble. She quickly put a faerie enchantment on the bubble, then rode the bubble through the air to my studio...where it's cool and quiet and there aren't any pesky fish. I just have to be careful not to bump into her while she's floating about my studio and burst her bubble. I accidentally did that once before and, believe me, it's not something I want to do again. Not only did she make me carry her around on a little silk cushion for the rest of the day, when I went into my studio the next morning she had hidden all my paint brushes underneath some paper towels in the trash can. Took me hours to find them...
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Faeries Friday - Paili
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Old Trees
Monday, August 15, 2011
Anthony Says...
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Sunday Sunlight
Saturday, August 13, 2011
A Few Wildflowers
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Memory; A Prickly Subject Sometimes
I took this in the Spring of 2008 while driving down Highway 18 and it has taken me until now to identify what flower it is. How embarrassing! Well, maybe not so much, because I have thousands of photos in hundreds of folders and I just plain forgot about it.
Oh right, the name. It's Prickly Phlox. I almost forgot - again.
Now that's embarrassing.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
It's a Bird, It's a Plane, No, It's...
I don't know...maybe he thinks if he smells like peanuts the birds will land on him and he can catch one, even though he has absolutely no need for a bird as I feed him very well. Or maybe he's gone 'round the proverbial bend and thinks he is a bird!
Friday, August 5, 2011
Faeries Friday - Laverna the Lavender Fairy
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Hollyhock Time
When I think of summer, I think of Hollyhocks. They were in all the gardens of my childhood and I made sure that, wherever I lived after I was grown, I had them in my own gardens.
Their wonderful crinkly, delicate petals, so well suited to making hollyhock ballerinas. Or Faeries.
Like Fireweed, which my friend in Alaska calls a 'time keeping' plant because its flowers open from the bottom of the plant at the start of summer and continue on up the plant as summer progresses, the hollyhock, for the most part, does the same. When the last flowers at the very top of the plant have opened, then faded and fallen off, you know that Autumn will soon sweep in on a chill breeze...and hollyhock time won't be back until next summer.Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Complete
Monday, August 1, 2011
A Beautiful Mystery
This is a clump of Santa Ana River Woolly Eriastrum, or Woolly Star. I've never seen it up here before. The bright blue color caught my eye as I was driving on Highway 173 just past Papoose Lake. I love the dark blue pin stripes on the flowers. The flowers are little, each one about one quarter of an inch wide. (Left click on the photos, they will enlarge).
When I was searching for information on this flower, I found out it only grows in areas that are frequently flooded by the Santa Ana River. The river originates high (above 9,000 feet) up on the north flank of Mount San Gorgonio near the tiny, cold streams of Coon Creek and Heart Bar Creek, then flows down through the San Bernardino Valley and on through Riverside County and Orange County, eventually entering the Pacific Ocean. This plant flourishes in the sand left behind by the floods down in the flat lands, so I have no idea how it got up here. It was growing on a dry, sandy hillside that I know has never been flooded. It's a mystery...a beautiful mystery.
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