When Pigs Fly

I believe that event will coincide with the date I get caught up on blogging - both entering and reading! Bought this little metal "art" flying pig recently and it migrates around our garden spot - you never know where Senor Cerdo will land - he just makes me laugh.

Daylilies - ya gotta love'em - multiply like crazy and almost anyone will take a "little clump of lilies I was thinning out"!

Dragonfly - sitting on lavender but next to huge rosemary bush.

Buhlaland is fully in summer mode now - just experienced a brief and delightful summer storm - no measurable rain but it cooled off about ten degrees. Our tin can garden (my term for an all container attempt to raise a few tomatoes and peppers) is finally going well - may already be too hot for the strawberries to prodce much.

Chickens get to wander around our yard from 6 pm until dark - they come running up to me when I go out to get them back in their pen and coop. They are certainly good at tearing up layers of oak leaves piled under trees and finding whatever tasty morsels lie there. I use the rosemary you can see in dragonfly picture - delicious on any kind of chicken or pork barbecue you might be trying - add to a small can of apricot nectar, half a cup apricot-pineapple preserves and juice of one or two limes , minced tablespoon of fresh rosemary- heat it up and put on something you want to taste delicious!

Hope your summer is going well - life is good on Buhlaland.

Macro views

I tend to just click away when I see something I might want to post - but this morning had smaller visitors so I tried to use the macro setting on our aging digital camera. First was the praying mantis who seems to be planning to start a family on our front porch. It is still out there this afternoon - hanging around on the milk can and generally scoping out the location. Must be a market savvy consumer - the slogan in real estate still is "location, location, location".I tried to take a picture of him (or her - I confess to total ignorance in determining gender in bugs) while holding it on my hand but he/she jumped onto a wallboard. Then our supposedly prayer inclined critter showed more of an imitation of Barry Manilow (not a prayer position, more like playing a keyboard).

By the door to our garage I found one of the treefrogs who make a big racket during the night hours. He (again I haven't a clue re: gender in frogs either - actually I must admit to some confusion determining gender in some HUMANS but that is likely to be an age/southern thing) proceeded to leap down onto my rapidly dying back hostas and I caught one more shot of M/Ms Frog before it disappeared into the vegetation. Cool huh?