Meadowlarks perch on barbed wire fences.
Petunias are delicate and sweet, but considered by a grouchy person like me to be "flimsy." The petunias are not my personal choice, but what person doesn't like petunia's colors and their fluted shapes? I watched last week as a tiny hummingbird came and sipped from red and pink petunias in a hanging basket on... Continue Reading →
The Trumpet Vine climbs on fence and posts. It climbs on the telephone poles. It dresses the whole in a cascade of green accented with its orange blooms. Bees hover near, but only certain bugs and birds have an avantage. The ruby-throat loves the trumpet vines and so do I. When I haven't filled... Continue Reading →