Home, for these little snails is the hardy trunk(?) of my cycad. I wouldn't have known if I weren't on a cleaning spree, removing the hard and spiky dead leaves from the plant. To use the words--cutting off--sounds as if it needs no effort on my part! Hacking is more the word; dead or alive this is one sturdy plant! A little of what too much rain can do--can be seen here. This pretty yellow butterfly doesn't seem to mind at all! It's quality nectar-time for this tiny bee on the basil. I've noticed that really small bees come here and they get very, very busy! Please click on the photos for a better view. I thought I'd never see a green dragonfly but a close inspection shows a green tinge. Not as green as the ones I see on other blogs though! This teeny-weeny butterfly is a dull gray when it spreads out its wings. But as it sucked from the pretty flowers of Mexican Heather, its wings going a little flippety-flap, I noticed the off-white speckled with gray. All these pictures( except the snails on the cycad) were taken yesterday, in the afternoon--just after the rain and the threat of a storm had subsided. Within the span of 20 minutes or so I got these shots. These lovely creatures fly/flap/flit about making it a pleasure for me to move about--in my yard!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau