Why is it the daisies Seem so struck by the bugs? Is it in their color Or their look from above?
For me it’s the wonder In these flowers so white The attraction they have Though it often seems trite
I do love the daisies As they sway in the breeze With the free way they seem To do just as they please
Bonnie DiMichele 2017
Just a little whimsical thought as many men work on my new addition. It’s loud, dirty, and may be slow in progress. My beautiful backyard is an absolute mess but it will make my home so that we can live on one floor. This surely is a thought I never had as a younger person. I refuse to let those thoughts make me feel old…I’m simply being practical.
Last weekend we went in search of wildflowers at Gold Lake Lodge in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. I thought there wouldn’t be many left but I was pleasantly surprised.
I had just been lucky enough to get a good photo of a Fritillary butterfly when another orange flying object caught my eye. It didn’t look at all friendly and I didn’t want to get too close to it as a few of my former close encounters have not proved to be kind to me.
Could it be a Cow Killer?
I took my photos to the ranger station and was sure they would know what it was. They had no idea, nor did the owners of Gold Lake Lodge. I bought a field guide to the Sierra Nevada and have spent a lot of time on the internet trying to figure out what this beast is.
Perhaps in the Bee Family as it was Rather Hairy
I can tell you more about what it is not than what it is. Can anyone help? If you have the answer, please let me know.
Last weekend we went on a hike in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. We left from a place named Gray Eagle Lodge. The pathway was often shady and you could hear running water most of the time, which somehow makes it seems a little cooler.
Pathway to the Wild Flowers
There were some flowers left and some that were fading away. The insects didn’t seem to mind that the flowers were going away. I wonder what is of interest when all the pollen seems to have been removed from the flower…..
End of the Flowers
This poor plant was almost completely gone. Good eating for the bugs, I suppose. I liked the shadows that were cast from what remained of the leaves.
There is a very small daisy that grows in the mountains and I have been trying to capture it, as my eye sees it, for ages now. I know this isn’t in perfect focus. Nothing about it is in focus, but I like the softness and true color of it.
Pretty in Purple
The hike was lovely and the surprise waterfalls were energetically running with cool mountain water. It’s this crazy little daisy that I cherish most. I might never take another picture of one. It’s simplicity is what draws me to it. I appreciate the simple things in life, whether it be a hike, a sunset, or a photo. The simple things are by far the most precious.
You may need to get out your reading glasses for this one….
I found this tiny green, 3/4″ insect, on the back of my husband’s shirt the other evening. It was glorious outside and we were just about ready to dine, al fresco. I decided to quickly return it to the tomato plants. My husband had been watering the garden, and I figured that he, or more likely she, had come from that spot in our yard. I could see a pinpoint dot on the left eye and It reminded me of one of it’s ancestors, that I had come in contact with before, I’m sure. A couple of years ago, near this very same garden area was a much larger praying mantid. It was not happy to see me at all! It too, had it’s tiny left eye pointed at me. I found it on a dahlia, in-between the fragrant glut of gardenia’s and the vegetable garden.
Keep coming back guys. You are welcome in my garden any time, even if you do have a bit of an attitude. If I ate what you eat, I’d have an attitude too! (So happy that you help out around here.)