Getting rewarded can mean so many things. For me…
…it’s being able to go for a trek in the high mountains about 90 miles (140km) from town. Mind you – he walked a lot faster than I could ever do, but went along with his classmates. When we met again, he was happy but hungry.
It’s not exactly hard, being a teacher a day like this. I am blessed!
After a storm there were som fairly tall trees that toppled over. In there horizontal state, they are still an important source for woodpecker dining.
What a precise Anticimex-kind-of attack by a woodpecker – who accepts free food as payment.
BTW – does anyone know what species of woodpecker leaves this elegant pattern when chasing little beetles?
I mean – to pack so many things into less than 72 hours?
I wonder in which direction it’ll all tip over…
It’s a bit disconcerting that the days are getting shorter – and so fast!
This is a beautiful little plant that can be found in the high Mountains.
The Scientific name is Phyllodoce caerula – and is a relative to Aleutian Heather (Phyllodoce aleutia). The Swedish name is Lapp Heather.
I usually stick to plants that will never bloom, but this was one I couldn’t resist
Such a lovely combination of shades of pink just had to be mine.
I know better than to bank on victories not yet secured, but sometimes…… there is a place for celebrating even the smallest of steps in the right direction.
Today I was blessed with having a student arrive – almost in time for first period and then staying in school until shortly after lunch. He was communicative, answered my questions and told me what he wanted. We had lunch together with my other guy, who enjoyed the company of a classmate for the first time this term.
The roses cost me about $5 and will grace my table for at least 4-5 days.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes! The swallows did get their young ones ready to fly in timeb before summer was but a memory.
There also seemed to be more than two adults feeding them…
… faster than was almost possible to take pictures of.
From my walk the other day.
Perseverance at its’ best.
The ripples after a big, fat boat that came roaring along the channel closest to Boulder Ridge.