Saturday, July 11, 2020
Red Admiral and Blue Teapot
We had a visit from a red admiral butterfly yesterday -- the first one this season that's stuck around long enough for me to photograph it. I love how its rear wings, when folded, blend in so well with the buddleia. Animals are masters of disguise. (The red stripe gives it away, though!)
Here's the same butterfly on one of our white hydrangeas. As I stood on the patio photographing it, it fluttered right up to me and landed on my shirt! That's got to be good luck or something, right?
I spent yesterday cleaning up our potted plants. I pulled all the spent field poppies from the pot containing our passionflower vine, and emptied another pot that only had a handful of old poppies in it. I repotted our horseradish to give it more room to grow and hopefully return to its former glory. (It's a sad shadow of itself at the moment.) And I trimmed our scabious.
Isn't that exciting?
Here's something that is kind of exciting -- my daily trash find. This blue teapot was in a plastic bag on top of a neighbor's trash pile, which I came across while walking Olga. The rubbish men were about ten feet behind me and would have smashed it up in their truck within a few minutes, but I grabbed it and brought it home. It's in perfect condition, except for some minor staining on the inside. Why would someone throw such a thing away?
(I literally never drink tea, but that's beside the point. Dave does occasionally.)
And finally, just so I don't get chastised for leaving Olga out of my post again, here she is lying next to me at this moment, perusing The New Yorker while I type. The weather looks promising this morning so I'm hoping she and I will get out for a long walk today.