Terra farmer turns one today! A year ago, after being glued to gardening blogs, I wanted, oh, so wanted, to belong to this won- derful community of garden bloggers. And on a pleasant evening in March, this blog was born.
Ever since, it's been a journey of discoveries.....of the most fascinating people, the most amazing gardens, and a host of superlatives! My interest in gardening has a renewed zest--and in the process, I have managed to attract more wildlife in my small garden than ever before! I've seen so many different species of butterflies than now. Below are the photos of some of my visitors/ residents.
I've seen the Cabbage White butterfly with its abdomen raised and I'd found that odd. But reading Randy and Meg's Garden Paradise a fascinating blog,I found out that the female shows that she isn't interesred in breeding. Here, her suitors flutter about her but she stays there, unmoving.
They fly away....
Abdomen still raised, she stays for a split second then flies- the usual way.
A Bulbul bird on my Indian Blackberry tree. They have a red patch at the root of the tail. If you click on the photo, you'll see that bright red.
The Tailor bird. See how well it blends with its surroundings. It does make a lot of noise and visits regularly.
Another of the pretty blue butterflies with the wings closed.
Quite a regular now...the Peacock Pansy butterfly.
Not a harmless-looking spider, this!
Did someone paint this little spider?! I've never seen it here but now that it's here, welcome!!
There's much to look forward to.... this year and the coming years! Thank you for stopping by. I wish you a wonderful weekend.
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