The other day I was looking out an upstairs front window and was startled to see this scene:
We are apparently growing balloons in this tree. As I was leaning out the bathroom window to take the above photo, I saw shadows moving below. Here's what I saw:
A flock of wild turkeys. Or is that a gaggle? Here's one straggler:
I love it when surprises come out of nowhere. Balloons in a tree. Turkeys walking across the front yard. In the backyard I created a nice surprise. We have a section that refuses to grow grass. The best it will do is some moss. So I decided to just accept it and try something new--a rock garden. I love it:
Several weeks ago someone on the Wompo list suggested an anthology of garden poems, each poem accompanied by a photo. Now I have my garden and my photo. Wonder if I can get a poem out of this?