It starts with a spot of color here
A dash of color there
That builds up
To all the true colors of leaves
That give a display
As plants prepare for winter
Winds howl, leaves fly
Piles and mounds of leaves gather
Why is hard to resist
A walk thru
Kicking leaves for the sound and a simple joy
Truth be told, out of respect for my neighbors I do mow and shred my leaves, to make a mulch like a forest duff
The beauty of a flower, beyond our admiration, is its’ purpose to attract a pollinator with real or fault rewards, to move the pollen to ovaries of another plant
Whether the flower be simple or intricate.
Each plant species creating its’ own unique flower and seed
The wonder of a flower is that transformation from a flower to a seed
Each beautiful, yet so different in design
It is wonder how it all came about
The flower and seeds of a milkweed (Asclepias syriaca)
Well it’s my 300th post, in the beginning, a little more than 2 years ago I would never have thought that I would do that many. I had once before posted some of my writings on another blog space, it just sort out there, somewhere. Yet at Word Press I have met some very interesting people who have very interesting life’s and are willing to share it. I have been to places I will never get to visit. Been given ideas and thoughts that I never would have thought of on my own.
So thank you, to all of you who have visited my blog, with likes and comments. I’m sorry for being really bad at replying, but life for me is one on the fly, with work and many volunteer commitments. So the time I do have I spend trying to keep up with all of you that I do follow which is about 600, all of your interesting thoughts, pictures and some humor along the way.
So I’ll just keep blowing bubbles, (do more posts that strike my fancy and hopefully you might find interesting,) like my friend the spittle bug. I have always been curious about how they make so many bubbles? How in their evolutionary history did one of these fellows think to blow bubbles as a means of hiding while it went about having a meal and why other spittle bugs figure it might be a good idea?
Come to share my space
I hope you won’t mind
If I’m amazed at your handiwork
A creativity of design
Beauty in function
So stay awhile
I hope you don’t mind
If I enjoy your daily wanders
From a safe distance
Of your continued cycle
As the cool breezes of fall
Overlaps a waning season
There are a group of fungi that are referred to as rust and they require alternate hosts in order to survive. Pictures are of Apple cedar rust Gymnosporangium juniperivirginianae that is a fungus who’s life cycle is between Juniperus virginiana (upright junipers) and apples and crab apples. The fungus spores come into contact with juniper twigs and awls (needles) and forms a gall on the juniper.(picture 1)
It usually will develop in the fall and in the spring around 18 months later, when mature, these galls swell considerably and repeatedly produce orange, gelatinous telial horns during rainy spring weather and releases its’ spores (picture 2)
The spores are carried by the wind onto apple leaves which develop into yellow blotches on the leaves, fruit or twigs during the summer and later in the season it spores are released where it re-infects the juniper and the cycle continues.
It does not kill either of its’ host, but can do harm especially on stressed plants.
I know on one hand it is bad, but it does exist, and apples and crab apples are going to grow near junipers in their range and on some levels it is pretty cool, certainly unusual.
It is on those rare occasions
When you come upon something unusual
A gathering of ducks
On the side of the road
Why were they there?
What were they discussing?
Pleasure to see
Thankful they didn’t mind
While I got out my camera
And capture the scene
Three atoms bonded
Repeated unimaginable times
Partner to all living things
In the dance of life
Tiny particles float on the current of air
To gather, to form the clouds over head
To be released back to the earth
As the earth moves in its’ flow
Changing it nature
To the world around
Still bound to itself
Still bound to its’ partners
In the dancing of water and life
It’s the bits and pieces of life
Lived, weathered and worn
Time travels on
Mountains broken down
Moved by ice, wind and water
Generation after generation
Remnants of what was before
What is today
Will tomorrow be shifted
As what once were mountains
Touch the shore
We stopped off for dinner on our way home after work the other night. We shared a sandwich and some Sun Chips when I came upon this “Smiley” one below.
I saved it and brought it home to take a picture(s) of it.
Now I am curious as to why I did this and to the idea that I would even think to post something this stupid,
but as you can see I did.
Thinking about it I’m pretty sure if we happen upon each other on the street, you most likely would see me and cross the street and just say he belongs to a different blogger-sphere.
I realize I have a problem and will try to fix with the remainder of this life, going into the next.
Thanks for your understanding
After doing all this, at least I can say I ate the God…. thing