Akka found this tiny moth with the red spots. I didn’t know the spots were red until I looked at my photo. Pretty spectacular, eh?
WHERE HAS ALL THE PARKING GONE?
Due to renovations in progress on the public market building, the vegetable vendors have relocated to the street. There is NO parking in the square for now. Most people are not blessed with owning a private vehicle and are not inconvenienced by this change. I should just count my blessings.
I’ve been oblivious so Austin pointed it out: mango flowers. This is the most abundant display of mango flowers he’s ever noticed. This tree is down Valley Road, but even our tree has many flowers. Behold the flowers and think hope-filled thoughts.
A clutch of eggs, under the bushes by the house. There were another three eggs beside the washing machine. “Somebody” let the hens out too early. .
This young egret, called belo, was down at the pond and seems to be sick with the same thing the ducks had. I figure it is a goner, since none of the ducks recovered, but Austin doesn’t give up. Honestly, although I’ve never been scared of wild birds, this one does make me a little nervous – just look at the beak on that thing!
Austin had me take a photo of its back. Strange feathers there. He tells me these used to be used to decorate women’s hats.
OVERWRITING SADNESS WITH NATURE
Anna, our precious guest, got the news this week that her dear grandfather died. He had been healthy and strong, and this news was completely unexpected. What to do – with Anna so far from her family? . Austin had an idea: plant a tree in his memory. It was a winner. Here Anna carts the tree up the hill.
Austin chose a planting spot up near Pineapple Circle where he had just burnt off the weeds the day before.
As soon as Austin’s shovel hit dirt – SURPRISE – a sphinx moth chrysalis with a very long probosis. There is no end of weird nature stuff when we’re out in the garden with Austin. Anna was delighted – and then freaked out when the chrysalis wiggiled in her hand – and then delighted again.
In goes the tree, a tropical almond. In honor of Vladimir Bolshov, lovingly known to all as Vova..
And a full watering can of water for it. Austin says in the time to come, Vova’s tree will grow tall and spread its branches and provide much welcome shade.
Here is Vova’s tree in the first rays of dawn a day later. . May you rest in peace and joy, Grandfather Vova.
My companion blog was scheduled for a post this week, so I asked Vina to choose a flower for it. Vina said, “Everlasting.” I had no idea what it was, but it sounded promising. Then I found out “Everlasting” was Vinca. MAN, I never liked this flower! It is all over the place. When we go to weed, this plant is just so tenacious! The roots go deep and are tough and fibrous. There is no getting rid of vinca. (My other blog is not a place for this kind of story.) Anyhow, by the time I got the close up photos of the vinca, and started learning many of the names it is called by, I started not disliking it so much. I might even like it a little now.: “Everlasting” turns out to be another name for “Perseverance” So let’s hold on through the tough times, and bloom away.. If somebody tries to get rid of us, the joke is on them.
I hope you all have a great week..
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