Mornin’ Glories

Oh my little bunnies.

Each spring I begin the watch.
Eager for the whisper of a whisker.

Sitting at my easel I have two birdfeeders.

And underneath them
where the seed hulls collect
grows a thick matte of clover.

This is where I usually see the first babies hop into view.

As the weeks grew from spring into early summer
with nary a twitch I began to worry
that it might mean no bunnies this year.

One sparking afternoon
at the tail end of May
I went to the end of the garden path
to pick a posie of herbs.

Just there
tucked in the shade of the arbor
in between the morning glory trumpets
was a nest.

Five tiny furballs
cuddled in a gently snoring mound of love.

Alice decided to celebrate with tea.

And I did catch this one
by a whisker.

Disappearing Purple

green bean tea

The other day I was talking with my friend Katie and we got to comparing our gardens this year. She was excited to be growing purple beans but disappointed to discover that they turned green after being cooked….hmmmmm ?

At the time, my beans were just beginning to grow…

beans beginning

so I had to wait…and wait…

beans 1

This week they are ready to pick !
And Zoe is here to help,

zoe and beans

funny zoe and beans

So we filled up the blue box,
with purple and green beans,

picked beans

and threw them in the boiling water with the pasta…
(which I forgot to take a picture of …)
and YES, the purple ones DID turn green.
But not to worry, Zoe reports that they both taste the same and she should know because the entire box went into her belly.

It’s been wonderful to have an assistant in the garden and we have lots more to do before she leaves so I’ll sign off now…

Yours in red wagons and gummy bears…

wagon