Hackberry Emperor

Hackberry Emperor
Asterocampa celtis

Seen sitting on a tomato in the garden.  Lovely.

Notice the eye spots on forewing and hindwing.   I think the “real” eyes are cool.

Starting A Day

The mornings are still hot.  Even when we first wake up, we are met at the door with North Carolina’s humid, heavy summer air.  Still, I know that September mornings, and then the cooler mornings of October, are not far away. 

The morning sun was causing my green tea to absolutely gleam in its little Japanese cup yesterday as I started the day.  I thought of school, how I live my life, household things that needed to be done, and getting some “Mother Culture” in for myself during my days off. 

Time surely flies.  Yesterday is over now, and here I sit, this morning with a cup of coffee, wondering again how to order my day. 

Tomorrow’s our first co-op of the school year.  I hope to do a school post soon about how we’ll use Beyond Five In A Row, Ambleside, and the other eclectic sorts of things I tend to do around here.

One thing I can tell you is that we have five huge “Charlottes” (writing spiders) now.  You can be sure that our science and nature journaling will begin with these amazing spiders. 

Argiope aurantia with a cicada (if that tells you how big the spider is).

Cute Little Visitor

Well, maybe not so cute to some.

Michaela brought this little creature to the door for me to see, and we had a photo shoot.  Michaela’s wearing a mood ring from a friend, though it seems to be stuck on just one mood, and you can see in comparison to the ring just how small the snake is.

So tiny!  It’s a little specimen of the snake known as Storeria dekayi

We would never try to keep a little snake like this as a pet.  Wild things need to be wild.  (No wonder they show up on my garden all the time.)

Amazing!

Enjoy this day!

The Farmer’s Curse

I was looking at my morning-glory-covered arbor that marks the entry to the vegetable garden.  Call me crazy.  My husband, the carpenter, who grew up on a large working farm says they pulled morning glories out left and right where people grew real crops.  It’s true I’m not growing any “crops,” but I probably should be more aggressive with all the wild things around here.   And the lamb’s quarters is now so thick in the garden that we have a wild baby bunny living in the garden.  I don’t think she’s even found the real vegetables yet.

Ahh, the joys of gardening.  Or should I say, the joys of an abandoned garden.  I mean, it’s not like I have much time to garden to start with, but the heat lately has kept anyone in North Carolina from actually enjoying gardening.

Recently I was talking to a dear, sweet friend.  She’s a sweet~pea for sure, and quite witty.  I was talking to her about the state of my garden.  I said that I really needed to weed and that I had probably let things get pretty out of hand, but that I sort of liked things that are a little bit wild anyway.

“That explains a lot,” she said.

I looked at her with a smile.  “What do you mean?”

“Well I always wondered what attracted you to Thomas, but you just said you like things that are a little bit wild” 

We all got a good laugh.  Trust me, the carpenter man can only be so wild with the family he’s grown for himself over the last 22 years.

On another gardening front, I want to talk to you about the fact that I have multiple Charlottes.  Remember when I went out and found the first one?  Well, we have now found four of them, all in that same little area.  That means there are probably more and we are only seeing four of them.  Here are three of them, so you can compare.  (The carpenter man found the fourth one after I had taken the camera inside.)

Similar but different.

As you know, today is a work day for me.  I’m just taking a little break to update you.  I sold a doll this morning, to a wonderful kindred-spirit sort of lady I met a couple of weeks ago.  She bought one of the dolls that I was not so sure about at first, but then have fallen in love with as he has sat on my desk watching me work.

I better get busy.  I’ve been so happy this past week about the planning I’ve gotten done for school.  We will open the school year with Betsy Ross next week and a delightfully-planned-out year of co-ops with our Beyond Five In A Row co-op group.  I have also decided to take on the heading up of producing a yearbook for our Five In A Row support group.  I hope it will be a wonderful school year.

Enjoy this day.

Back On The Earth

I know I said that I knew I didn’t fall off the earth, but maybe I did.  Maybe I did fall off the earth.  I’m wondering if maybe I should have stayed gone.  And yet wondering why it took me so long to get back.  Those of you who are so busy you feel like you are meeting yourself coming and going will know what I mean.  The rest of you:  congratulations.

Annie can vouch for me that I’ve been extremely-crazy-busy lately, with barely time to cook.  And the carpenter can vouch for the cooking part.  As you know, Annie sits with me when I type all day, and then when I’m gone, as the carpenter says, “her world turns upsidedown.”  She’s been upsidedown a lot lately.

The school year is approaching and there are things I want done before the school year arrives.  This past week I had a huge personal-household-tax-related-yucky-business-matter to work on.  That’s all I’ll say, but realize that over the past two weeks it has consumed HOURS of my time.  I’ll just be glad when it’s over.  I’ve also gotten a yearly physical (not that anyone needs to know that) and, dare I say it, a colonoscopy.  I joked about sharing the colon pictures on here, but I guess no one would ever come back and I could just shut the blog down completely.  (My children didn’t speak to me for a few hours after I returned home from the appointment with my colonoscopy pictures.) 

Annie, on the other hand, does not care how gross the hepatic flexure looks on paper.  She still loves me.  Thank goodness for that.

I’ve also been busy with bun-buns.  We have eight now that I suppose we’ll have to keep for awhile.  When it was time to sell the last litter to the pet store, someone beat us to it and the pet store had all they could sell and then some.  So here we are.  The phone rang the other day and when I answered my sister jokingly said, “Uh, yes, is this the petting zoo?”

I don’t like for the bunnies to be always in cages, getting little exercise, so I’m creating some places for them to run and enjoy eating violets and clover and laying in the grass.  Coco is first to enjoy one of the timeshares I’ve set up in the yard.  She is totally loving it.  I hope that when the fruit of my loins numbers in the dozens, someone will make a place for me to run and jump, too. 

I accidentally let a rabbit get loose last week and you know where it headed, right?  Yeah, over to Mr. and Mrs. Perfect Vegetable Garden’s house where it plopped down in a flower bed and began voraciously ripping foliage from some things in bloom.  I didn’t see it right away, but my oldest son, who’s tearing apart yet another engine in the yard, came inside and said, “Mom, there’s a huge black bunny in the neighbor’s yard and it doesn’t run off when you walk toward it.  I think it’s one of ours.  Did you let one go?”

Goodness gracious, deja vu, here we go again. By the time I got to the neighbor’s yard, Midnight was carrying out the aforementioned voracious eating spree.  I shook some lamb’s quarters at her and caught her pretty easily.  Thank goodness for little miracles.

On the gardening front, there is only one path down which one can safely walk these days.  I’ve set up buckets of machetes at the entry ways of the other paths, just in case anyone feels inclined to cut their way into the garden to look at creatures with me. 

I don’t know, it just feels like time is going by faster these days.  Or am I losing my mind?

I had to put this picture in (above) because I just love the bright green fern you can see in the background and how it contrasts with the dark spider legs but sort of dances with the bright yellow on the spider’s back.

I’ve also been busy (and delightfully enchanted) with the farmer’s market.  I love the time with my mom.  I also enjoy meeting new people and seeing now-familiar faces.  I have quite an inventory of pins building up and a few dolls to choose from, so I think it’s going well.  The little doll house was a hit with the children and with a few adults as well!  We were asked it if was for sale, but I made it especially for my mom, so maybe I can make one or two more in the future to sell.  We’ll see.  It was so much fun to make, but I realize I’m already at my limit as far as things to do.  At any rate, don’t my mom’s little clothespin dolls look so sweet in their new home? 

Finally (and I’m not sure why this picture is so faded on one end) I’ve slightly rearranged my living room (uh-gain).  I had to.  I found an extremely sturdy, real-wood bookcase at Goodwill.   Upon being put in its new place in my “pink room,” it was immediately filled with books.  I asked my husband, “Can you believe there were this many books floating around the house without a home?”

Without giving it a moment’s thought, he said, “Yeah!”

Hmmmm.  I say one can never have too many books. 

I have to work today, so I better close for now.  I hope that my weeks can begin to slow down a bit now and I can focus on school and getting everything ready for that.

Enjoy this day!

A New Day

Yesterday evening I walked outside and saw a beautiful cloud.  The tip-top was full of the last bit of the day’s sun.   It would soon be dark.  So many thoughts went through my mind.  How the light filled the cloud with a beauty that it wouldn’t otherwise have had (though clouds have their own beauty anyway).  How there are some people I know who are in their last years of life and their beautiful spirits have come to the top and show that what they’ve lived for is truly worth it.  How it would soon be dark and there was hope for a new day in just a few short hours.

Life really does pass quickly.  The older I get, the faster it goes.

I have found myself more determined lately to have a joyful spirit.  There are some very specific reasons why, which I can hopefully share later.  For now, today is a work day and I’m just peeping in to wish everyone a good day! 

Creatures.  Sigh.  On my little garden walk this morning I noticed this clear-winged sphinx moth sitting on the basil.  They remind one of a hummingbird the way they move through the air.

This pearl crescent was visiting the butterfly bush.

I had nearly let the walkway disappear!  The garden needs tons and tons of work.  We won’t even think about it today.  I’ll focus on how happy I was in the garden this morning to see my stepping stones again.  Lots more weeding to do, but it’ll be there next week. 

I hope you have a lovely day!

Charlotte, Found

Anyone who knows me knows that every summer I’m on the lookout for my very own Charlotte.  This morning, I found her.

I went out this morning to try and pull some weeds.  Every bed, every walkway needs major attention, but these summer weeks have been so dreadfully, dangerously hot, I just cannot do what needs to be done.  Within 15 minutes the sweat is pouring and one who’s not used to working in 100-degree heat feels a bit faint, especially with a bum thyroid.  ;)   At any rate, I figured at about 8:30 this morning that I could get an hour of weeding in if I stayed hydrated. 

I pulled an armload of mint from a bed and looked up to see this lovely creature.  Be still my heart!  Yes, they(Argiope aurantia) can shake their webs furiously when they feel threatened, and I’ve read that they can deliver quite the bite, but my Charlotte merely turned around — upsidedown and rightsideup, as if posing for a photo shoot.  (Well, maybe she did shake the web a bit once or twice.)

Crawling in closer, pulling back mint and phlox, and looking through the lens, I’d lose sight of Charlotte for a second and wonder, has she pounced off onto my head?  Then she’d come into view again, still sitting there, pretty as ever.

I do love creatures.  I’m quite flattered that another Charlotte has taken up residence in my little wild garden.

The Question. The Beagle.

I was asked the question last night, and I don’t mean the “will you marry me” question, but rather this question:  “Mom why do you have to take pictures of every creepy-crawly thing?”

I just have to.  And if you have to have a reason why, I can give you one.  The zoom shows you things you can’t put your face in close enough to see, though I would do just that if I thought I could without getting bitten on the nose.  You can see the hairy legs on the spiders.  You can see all their eyes.  You can see their pretty colors.  You can see what feels like emotion to me, the human, when you can see a praying mantis face enlarged x20. 

This big spider lives somewhere around my front porch, but it does not come out during the day.  I had to go out with the flashlight and light up the web and take the picture.  Can you imagine a close-up of this in natural light?  Wow.

In World Beagle News, Annie Banannie, a.k.a. Fatso Beagle, continues to snuggle up behind her owner while her owner churns out the medical notes for people just like yourself.  Where would the faithful transcriptionists of our country be without their beagles?  One can only imagine.

Annie closes her sleepy green eyes with just a soft touch and a kind word.  Is there a better heating pad for the back than Annie?  I think not!

On a final note this morning, I was all set to wear a fun new pin to the Farmer’s Market today, but alas I was not able to go.  One of my sons needed to be somewhere and since I’m the mom, and since the carpenter had a prior engagement, well, there you go.

I’m off to type! 

Enjoy this day.

Little Clay Boy and Jars of Potpourri

It’s where my mind has been lately.  I’ve been working on more dolls for the farmer’s market.  When I start working, I sort of have no idea what will be the end product.  Well, I know it’ll be a doll, what size, etc., but the body and face and hair take their own shape as I work, and then based on that, I dress them and fill their arms with whatever matches.

This little boy is made from a different kind of clay and thus the end result is a bit different from what I’m used to.  I like him, though, and am trying to figure out what his large red basket should be holding.  Peppers?  One son suggested tomatoes.  One son said a pig.  ;)  

I sat in my favorite purple chair this morning and drank coffee and looked around the room.  This past week I put into jars a lot of the potpourri that I’ve had bagged up in the blanket cupboard. 

I keep a large round metal tray always full of things drying.  Things from the garden.  Lavender, rosemary.  Rose petals, buds, and hips.  Mint.  All sorts of things.  Some things hang for awhile, some things go right on the tray.  I also add dried orange, lemon and grapefruit peel.  Cinnamon sticks from Christmas.  Sometimes I spice it up with a few drops of essential oil.

So the bags in the cupboard will be refilled over time, while the jar has a pretty scoop that I can use to scoop out potpourri for my little electric potpourri crock. 

I’m cleaning today, working on crafts and just enjoying being inside.  It’s so hot outside, I worry about the men and women who work out in it, including my very own carpenter. 

Pins, Creatures and Steering Wheels

Just popping in for a quick hello this morning afternoon.  My how the time flies when we’re having fun!   

I’ve been working on pins all week.  And enjoying life with four kids, my own Wild Kingdom, of sorts, and continuous housework.  It’s a wonder I have a mind left at all.

Figure into all of this that in the background of things this week, my van began to make a faint screeching, clicking, whining, scraping sound on and off.  I was so tempted to call Click and Clack to find out what they thought, but then today I found out on my own.  On the road.  I was out running errands before work and the belt that apparently winds around the alternator and does something for the power steering came loose completely.  It’s like the clouds opened and a bright light shone down on my van engine.  It went back to sounding like a finely tuned machine, just as my power steering went out and I had to wheel up into the bank parking lot looking like a driver from the 1940s, pulling on that steering wheel with all my might to make the turn.  Thank goodness I still have some tone left in my upper, 40-something-year-old arms.

I called the carpenter man and he showed up to make arrangements for the van to go to the shop and me to go home.   And hopefully it won’t cost but a couple of hundred to fix it.  I’ve been driving all week wondering what in the world was wrong, how bad it would be, and how much it would cost.  Let’s keep our fingers crossed today that all ends well, because I want to need to see my mom in the morning at the farmer’s market.

Then, I’ve been lamenting over not having enough creatures in the garden when I noticed this morning that droves of them are building right near the front door.  How convenient for a certain creature-picture-taker I know, who now only has to crack the front door to get creature pictures.  Don’t tell the carpenter man about this.

I hate to tear apart a community, but I suppose I’ll have to remove both freshly constructed homes and take them away from here.  They should be happy.  It beats the carpenter’s Raid. 

May you have a blissfully chaos-free day. ;)

Lynn