Brookgreen Garden South Carolina from November

Fall Bog Trot

A warm November lunch break took me to the bog.

This pitcher plant is filled with water and nutrients it caught.

Another hiding in the grasses.

Lichen grows in abundance on the tree branches.

A little Color

Bittersweet: maybe because it is pretty but also invasive.

Today IS a gift...enjoy every moment.

Yesterday is history.............
Tomorrow a mystery.........
Today Is a gift.........
That's why it's called ..............The Present
~unknown

Got Corn?

It is hard for me to describe the excitement I get at the sight of a corn-field.
The farm daughter in me just can't resist stopping and trespassing into the rows of corn.
It is cool and shady in there. The smell is sweet and earthy all at once.

Childhood memories of my father and uncles cutting corn silage
to fill the silos for winter feed flood my mind.

Art of the Garden

These are semi-bush cucs.
I planted them in year old composted chicken poo.
They should do well.

They are just starting to set-on fruit.

Lil bit of nature's art.
When you click on the one below you'll get to see the morning dew too.

Just threw this one in because I liked it.

Renewal

Spring is a time of renewal. Plants that were dormant during the cold winter are once again coming to life. As I traipse about looking for those familiar wild plants I hear the bird songs of summer. The cardinal and hermit thrush have returned and I stop and take it all in this chorus of nature.
The delicate bell-like blossoms of the Low-bush blueberry and maroon trillium are among my finds. I remember picking trillium for my mother as a child and having my father laugh and tell me it's common name was Stinking Benjamin. If you've ever held it up close it is the perfect name for such a lovely thing.
I always feel renewed after I take the time to breath in the sounds and smells of nature.

Bog Trot

STAY ON THE BOARD WALK

Pond to bog in 10,000 years.

Depth of bog 20 feet.

Bog Rosemary in the foreground, Red pitcher plants in the middle of photo, those dead looking trees are actually tamarack trees that drop their soft needles in the fall and the black spruce in the back are perhaps 60 years old.

I should have remembered my boots.
Some boards are a little under the water.
I'll have to visit the quaking bog another time.

Monarch on purple

Monarch on purple, originally uploaded by addvt2nh.

Beautiful and graceful, varied and enchanting, small but approachable, butterflies lead you to the sunny side of life. And everyone deserves a little sunshine. ~Jeffrey Glassberg

Patterns in nature.

Nature's plenty

Crab Apples

A variety of apple that is very small in size,

usually no larger than 1 to 2 inches in diameter.

Known for their tart flavor and are often used

to make a jelly, wine, apple butter, and other foods.