Luna moth |
Today was beautiful. Everybody and
everything that could get out, got out. As I was drinking my first
cup of coffee I saw a Luna moth on the deck. We almost always see a
few sometime in the spring.
Another visitor was a titmouse.
Apparently mister and missus are building a nest under the deck
somewhere. They were fluttering and hopping around the deck, pulling
off little pieces of cardboard and gathering clumps of weathered
leaves. They had beaks full of various recycled materials. It was a very
bold bird, but it didn't like the sound of the camera.
Coming back from checking on the garden
I stopped to look at the turtle in the road. I am pretty sure it is
a three-toed box turtle. It was
Three-toed box turtle |
though. I relocated it in the direction I think it
was going and left it.
My transplanted tomatoes and
blackberries are doing well. I am keeping the small tomato plants
moist, but they have been hardened off well so I am not too worried.
No sign of cutworms yet. They aren't as much of a problem in the
raised beds, but I have stuck little twigs alongside the stalks just
in case, to keep any cutworms from encircling the stem and gnawing it
through. It seems especially wasteful to just cut the plant off and
not eat the rest of it.
You have to work hard to make
something, like a nest or a garden. You have to be careful and
crafty too. There are things out there that can destroy all your
work. Fruitfulness depends on effort, care, and intentionality as
well instinct and the undeserved blessings of a beautiful day.
Greg spotted a HUGE moth in our kitchen window one evening this week and called me in to have a look. At first I thought it was a bat. It was larger than the largest butterfly I have ever seen. VERY beautiful, but impossible to appreciate fully because it would not stop long enough for us to see and admire the pattern on its wings. We stood in awe watching her until she finally flitted away. When I was a little girl my grandmother would tell me that she was praying for me and that she sent her prayers on the backs of butterflies. She said that every time I saw a butterfly I would know that she had been praying for me. Only a creature as beautiful as a butterfly could carry something as precious as a prayer. =)
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