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a few minutes ago, I took these photos of my foxgloves (Digitalis).... and the big Bee having a feast from every pod


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This morning, Naturally started his day with a strong cup of coffee and positioned his trusty Sheffield made Lamb Foot pocket knife within view. Not because he particularly needed a pocket knife at the moment, but because it made him feel like a rugged pioneer in his suburban kitchen. The handsome stag handle indeed looked as though it had once been an honored part of a very stylish buck deer. The blade rested proudly on a worn towel as if concluding a hard day’s work fending off a horde of wild and restless avocados. Naturally didn’t really need a pocket knife to make breakfast, but the possibility of slicing open a bag of croissants just felt more heroic that way.

The handmade mug with drizzled glaze catching soft morning light, a chunky piece of pottery that could double as a blunt weapon, waited beside the edged steel like it knew it was the knife’s less exciting cousin. Together, they made quite the duo. One holding caffeine-fueled ambition, the other ready to take on a rogue Amazon box at moment’s notice. Naturally liked to imagine the no-nonsense folks in Sheffield with calloused hands and keen eyes, produced the Lamb Foot pocket knife with the solemn understanding that one day, it would mostly be used to cut tags off new socks. A noble destiny, really.

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Beautiful @Happyflowerlady !!!
Not only are the blooms beautiful but are full of nectar, making them an appealing food source for bees, including honey bees :cool:
In addition to bees, butterflies and other pollinators visiting the flowers are quite common. NICE :)

What is that plant in the lower left corner of the first picture ??
It looks like a spiny plant with prickly points that my grandparents had in their yard.
It used to poke me EVERY time I cut the grass for them. Shoot

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After several days of mostly evening showers, the sun broke and bathed the sleepy lane in golden light for a time. Near the edge of the Blue Bottle Cottage lawn, a quaint white house known for its cobalt glass trees, patriotic plaque and sun and moon at the eves, a curious formation emerged.

Along the property line, where the grass dipped slightly near the curb, a flurry of pale, flat-capped mushrooms had sprouted. They hadn't been there the day before, and yet now they stood like silent sentinels, glinting faintly in soft afternoon light as if dusted with something finer than dew. The neighbors muttered about fairy rings and old soil secrets, while children on bikes swerved wide, whispering to each other about the strange apparition.

Naturally, the cottage’s long-time resident, didn’t seem surprised. He peered at the mushrooms from his porch with the calm of someone who had seen stranger things.

Years ago when scouting the property, he’d heard tales from older neighborhood residents about the land beneath the house. How around the turn of the 20th century, it had been part of an orchard tended by a reclusive herbalist said to “plant dreams and gather storms.”

As dusk fell that evening, Naturally stepped barefoot onto the grass and knelt beside the strange presence near the curb, pressing his palm lightly into the earth. The mushrooms, he muttered aloud to no one in particular, were not a warning, but a welcome. Something … or someone … had returned. And on the corner of Walk 'n Don't Walk, the Blue Bottle Cottage was ready.

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Naturally awoke Tuesday morning and remembered where he’d last seen his GEC #99 Wall Street pocket knife. He emptied the contents of a cookie jar onto the table, sorting through the odd mix with mild curiosity. The pocket knife caught his eye. Its Wharncliffe blade sharp, clean, and clearly still up to the task. Nearby, an aged baseball, covered in barely legible signatures, rolled to a stop. Naturally gave it a glance and placed it aside. It wasn’t worth much. The local legends of a minor league club from 1941 and none of the names were famous. Naturally had hung onto it only because his dad had garnered the signatures as an awestruck 11yr old.

Among the collection were curious items that sparked Naturally's still groggy imagination. A worn painted wood yo-yo marked "Duncan Tournament," a leftover from a 60’s childhood, two vintage New York Transit Authority tokens, and an old Civil War bullet smoothed by time. Red plastic beads looped through the arrangement like forgotten Mardi Gras laughter and a pair of mother-of-pearl cufflinks reflecting soft light like tiny moons screaming, “I used to be fancy!” were a strange pairing, shoved into the cookie jar without much thought.

A compass fittingly pointed near south, reminding Naturally of his current dating life. And a U.S. Shelby Co. P-38 can opener, long unused, still with tiny bits of mystery grub crud. Time was moving on this morning and not everything old was a treasure, sometimes it was just stuff. Others might politely say, junk.

Naturally shrugged, scooped up the Wall Street pocket knife and slid it into his pocket. He gave one of the New York Transit tokens a quick rub for luck, gearing up to face whatever ride the day had in store.

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This is the music cd cover I designed in 2003, the first of nine cd's that I co-wrote with Luciano. I met him online because we both were using the same music software to create our songs. We could not communicate through language (he was Italian), but we communicated GREAT by our music. We could send very small files with an email. This was the best opportunity I ever had to write seriously about a mileeu of musical subjects. Luciano was a music student at University in Florence. :)



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