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Apple of my eye.

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If you’re a loyal reader you’ll remember we had a massive wind storm two years ago that did serious damage to our beloved ancient backyard apple trees. We had a professional arborist in to trim and prune them back and last year they were barren. No blooms, no apples.

But this year?

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Ooh baby.

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They are positively bursting.

And if you’re wondering how big they are?

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That’s the Barn Mahal for scale.

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I wish WordPress had smell-o-vision because trust me… it’s glorious.

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My little you never planted me but I grew well anyway crabapple is starting to spread out, but is lagging behind in bloom time.

Now I just need to fill my new rock bordered bed with perennials for a burst of summer color.

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She’s back!

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Yes, I’m still bird nerding out that a female pileated woodpecker has found our backyard .

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Two sightings in twenty years and now twice in one week.

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Woot!

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Needless to say I’m making sure that particular feeder is always full in case she drops by.

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A bag fills the cylinder once with 1/4 left over, and I have to fill it every other day.

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Pricey, but worth it.

(Photo includes another of my coffee table metal sculptures since you seemed to like the hermit crab.)

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No need for firemen.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was eyeing our Bradford pear tree the other day during his walkabout.

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If you recall this did not end well the last time.

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Because while His Lordship likes the idea of climbing trees, his experience with execution is decidedly lacking.

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But the blooms must have been calling his name because up he went.

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It started with a pre climb scratch.

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And then a jump.

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And that was basically it… because the daft bugger has no idea what to do once he’s actually on the tree.

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So, yeah.

He literally just hangs there until he falls off.

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And then walks off the embarrassment on the rock wall.

🤣

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Miscellaneous snippets.

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A little bit of this and a whole lot of nothing.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten … taking a break from strolling to survey his domain.

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You either get it or you don’t.

My husband went to the original Woodstock, then turned around and left… saying it wasn’t his scene.

Clearly he didn’t get it.

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Book banning?

Huge pet peeve.

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Funny how that works.

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King Eider’s is a fun pub on the coast.

Their sign is always equally as fun.

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Woke up to this.

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I walked outside this morning to fill the bird feeders and found this.

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A pile of feathers.

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Having a hawk who uses our backyard as his personal hunting ground, this isn’t unusual… but seeing this around noon was.

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A young starling made numerous trips to the pile and gathered all the feathers in his (her?) beak.

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I’m sure they make wonderfully soft nest liners…

And are the perfect example of Mother Nature’s ability to recycle.

❤️

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Ominous skies…

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We’ve had a crazy spring. Or really, a crazy non spring. Cool, overcast and dreary with a little scattered rain here and there. Not nearly the April showers we needed.

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I had high hopes for a deluge when we were driving home under these skies last week.

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They were ominous and promised some good rain.

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It was falling somewhere.

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But not in our backyard.

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This was taken on the other side of town.

Oh well, maybe next time.

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Random nonsense

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Sharing some things that made me smile.

I saw the first Baltimore Oriole of the season yesterday and rushed to fill the feeder before they move on.

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They’re such glorious bursts of winged color I try to keep them around as long as I can.

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Perfect for that new Stephen King book.

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Because Lord Dudley Mountcatten always makes me smile.

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This would definitely make me smile.

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Bluebirds.

Always pretty, always look mean.

What have they got to be mad about?

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Be careful what you wish for….

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As I mentioned a while back, my husband purchased a new weed whacker. He’s always had great big gas powered things, but with the ethanol additives in fuel and our cold winters it seems they’re always breaking down and dying.

This time around he went battery operated because he bought this brand’s battery hedge trimmer last year and loved it.

Naturally, he put it together in the living room… because that’s what one does.

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Excited to try his new toy, upon completion he took it outside and starting whacking the first thing he saw… grass along the edge of our garage.

You know, the section you see immediately upon exiting our kitchen door.

Apparently my spouse did not realize the power of his new tool because…

This happened.

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Yup.

He weed whacked a nice long strip of the vinyl siding.

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Ain’t that just ducky?

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