I never know what I might see when I walk out my back door.
One day a juvenile horned owl stopped to search for a tasty morsel in the marsh. 102 more words
In the beginning of the spring, I was so hopeful that the garden would be producing enough vegetables to feed us for the year. Quite a few of the results are in and thanks to a cool, wet spring and a hot, humid summer (all above the norm), we would go hungry if the garden was our main source of vegetables. 587 more words
This weekend I noticed a disturbing presence on my milkweed. It is what I believe to be the Oleander Aphid. I started researching what to do about it, and short of chopping the plant down and throwing away the infested stems and leaves, there were a couple of things I could do to try to decrease the population of these nasty little squatters. 335 more words