Since
the chiggers have hatched I haven’t been to the garden or in the yard. Chiggers
love me to pieces, but don’t seem to have a taste for Dennis. Consequently, he
is harvesting all the garden produce with no help from me.
I
did venture out to the paved area by our front door this afternoon, lured by
the burgeoning flowerbed, now in its pink and blue phase with campanula and
prairie coneflowers.
The
coneflower is native to Kansas and its adaptation to our climate gives it an
edge up on non-native species. The first blooms are just beginning to open, as
one can see in the photo. Soon I’ll post a photo of the full show, but by then
most of the campanula blossoms will be gone.
Summer
flies by so quickly. I can hardly believe the hostas are already beginning to
bloom.
Heading
back into the house I was startled to spot a spectacular moth on the stone wall,
waiting for dark to fly away. Its dramatic black and white pattern inspires me
to make a quilt. (That is most unlikely to actually happen; having it in my
imagination is satisfying enough.)
The
porch light attracts many insects, a fact that spiders do not fail to notice.
The porch sports numerous spider webs, but the ones I enjoy the most are those
of wolf spiders. The spider lurks in a carefully constructed, dark tunnel, then
pounces when an insect flies into its web. Just look at all the insect
exoskeletons that spider has sucked dry.
That was the end of my outing for today. I was careful to avoid touching any plant and
hope I don’t wake in the night with furiously itching chigger bites. Tomorrow I plan to “suit
up” with insect repellent and sulfur powder and venture to the garden. Dennis
tells me the cabbages are making big heads and I have to see them for myself.
Copyright 2015 by Shirley Domer
2 comments:
Paradise looks beautiful!
I love that moth, do you know what it's called?
Keep posting these photos. It's not the same as being there, but it makes me happy to see them.
Love you,
Nanjo
It's a leopard moth. We seldom see one, maybe one every three or four years.
Wish you were here.
Mama
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