
Waterfall at Castle Pines

Waterfall at Castle Pines


Yesterday, along with two other people, I helped my friend take her three chickens for a walk. And yes, Martha, the one at the bottom, really is that white.


The chicks are growing up. Cottage cheese is a special treat.

Whenever I give him a chew (this one was chosen because of its supposedly superior teeth cleaning abilities) Dudley will lay with it between his paws for about a half an hour. I have never been able to decide if he is savoring the anticipation, or hoping desperately that somebody will come along and try to take it from him.

Yesterday evening, Jack and I spent some time on the deck watching the thunderstorm and the resulting rainbow.

I am told by experienced gardeners that these are not the plants I put in the ground last year, but the results of those plants reseeding themselves. In any event, they make a spectacular show.

This pansy is a survivor. The local bunny population apparently viewed my planting pansies as the opening of a new salad bar, and ate them down to the roots. However, this one has struggled its way back, and even managed to bloom.
