Shhh…we’re listening to the sound of silence.
Shhh…we’re listening to the sound of silence.
Looking toward the eastern sky.
Southern California at approximately 9:00 p.m. Saturday, July 12.
I wish I was a better photog ‘cos the supermoon was white bright and amazing.
Life lessons from the garden.
We dug up a stand of cactus a few weeks ago, intending to immediately replant them in a different location, but life happened in the form of my son’s emergency surgery and my torn retina — and the cactus patiently waits for its journey to a new home.
Surviving and thriving.
Anticipating its release from a hostile environment.
Blossoming in spite of life in a barren, derelict wheelbarrow.
Our trip to Yellowstone was life changing.
I often dreamed of seeing the wolves of Lamar Valley.
My wonderful tugboat man surprised me totally out of the blue one day while we were watching a documentary about wolves…
“How would you like to pack up right now and drive to Yellowstone?”
“Yup, we’re not gonna talk about it any more. We’re just going to DO it. What do you say?”
I wasn’t even in the room anymore; I had already started packing before he looked at the local surf report and changed his mind.
I’ve never written about our magical journey to Yellowstone because it’s more than a few posts; it’s book-worthy, and that’s what it’s going to be.
I kept a journal of those enchanted 3000 miles — we were lucky enough to see wolves and foxes and bears and moose and all the animals I love so much and want to help protect and defend against senseless killing.
I will never forget the first moment I spotted a wolf.
I can honestly say that it was a seminal event in my life.
It was so special words cannot do it justice –to glimpse a brief moment in the life of this majestic, breathtakingly beautiful and wrongly vilified animal.
If I close my eyes, I can still see the beauty of another wolf, a black wolf, nonchalantly chewing on the end of a huge log—an AMAZING sight.
It was an overwhelming experience of transcendent joy.
We will return to Yellowstone and I will hopefully fulfill another one of my life’s dreams, to hear the song of the wolf.
Unfortunately, the camera I had at that time didn’t have a powerful enough lens to capture a photo of the wolves we saw, but we came away with a couple of other treasures, an osprey feather and a backbone, possibly of a bison, washed up from Slough Creek to our campsite.
Wonderful memories of a dream come true.
While watering plants on the deck, I grabbed my Canon Rebel T3i, trying to catch a dazzling, brilliant yellow bird hopping around the branches of our eucalyptus tree.
I snapped a dozen pics.
Most of them were blurry and worthless ‘cos he wouldn’t sit still long enough to get a clear pic. I was so frustrated!
As I was scrolling through all the other photos before I deleted them, I zoomed in and saw another bird hidden in plain sight.
Can you see it?
I think it was a Red-tailed Hawk ‘cos we have a lot of them here in SoCal, but I’m not 100% sure.
Almost invisible, hiding in plain sight, perfectly camouflaged, my naked eyes never saw this beautiful predator perched behind a large branch.There must be a life lesson in this experience, but I haven’t figured it out yet. The hawk was literally right in front of my face and I didn’t see him (or her).
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I’m in love with this bright red little guy.
The Gymnocalycium cultivar — sometimes called ruby ball cactus or moon cactus — is actually two cacti in one.
A pure red cactus seedling lacks the ability to produce chlorophyll and will die unless it’s grafted onto a green one. The green feeds its mutant mate sugar molecules produced from water and carbon dioxide.
Once established, the two parts grow together so you can’t even see the seam.
I’m going to try and graft the babies on either side of the main ball onto other types of cacti in the garden. Wish me luck!
Lush, sumptuous, sensuous roses courtesy of my good RN friend whose visit included books on tape (I was unable to read anything for three days thanks to a torn retina and hellish laser surgery).
In full bloom from her garden, their fragrance is delicate and strong, as every rose should be.
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A few of my favorite pics from our road trip last week:
Pretty pink flowers growing out of the mountain wall at Angel’s Landing
Beautiful bright red bird!
Looking down from the top of Angel’s Landing. Don’t climb this if you have vertigo!!
The view from the top while we ate a snack of nuts and apples.
Even in SoCal, fruit trees go through the whole process of dropping leaves in the fall, staying dormant through our mild winter, and spring is the time for budding, flowering, and fruit development.
This is our uber-prolific mulberry tree with fresh new leaves and unique flowers.
As the new leaves develop in mid-spring, tiny male and female flowers hang on separate small, slender, inconspicuous spikes. The male cluster is longer, the female rounder.
It’s been unseasonably warm — almost ninety degrees!! — and I think that’s what is causing an early flowering.
Click on the link for my mulberry jam recipe. http://enchantedseashells.com/2013/06/25/here-we-go-round-the-mulberry-bush-tree/
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