We have a blue heron family near the bottom of our yard high up in a tree. They are huge. The parents are too long to be coordinated, and fly awkwardly. They are hilarious to watch. Sadly, one of the babies, when practicing flying, was caught by a hawk and gave out the most horrible moaning/screaming sound for a couple of minutes. (I was sitting on the deck with a friend drinking tea while this sad incident happened. Kind of ruined our nice tea time.) The other one is fine, and every time it flies it screeches in terror the whole time it's in the air. The blue herons tend to fill up a lot of my break times.
Last year my Grampy made me a sweet pea planter box for my birthday. Pretty awesome Grampy if I do say so myself. This year I planted sweet peas again and they are blooming right now. They smell so good, and look so good, on our deck. I just love them. When I have my own house I plan on having a whole fence covered in sweet peas of all differerent colours.
Last year my Grampy made me a sweet pea planter box for my birthday. Pretty awesome Grampy if I do say so myself. This year I planted sweet peas again and they are blooming right now. They smell so good, and look so good, on our deck. I just love them. When I have my own house I plan on having a whole fence covered in sweet peas of all differerent colours.
So those are two little delights in my life right now (except seeing the baby blue heron killed). A third delight is swimming in the lake. A fourth is picking the first ripe apples in our yard and making apple sauce. A fifth is rocking with my sister to really loud not-classical music in the kitchen while my parents are jogging, and then turning on Handel's Messiah when my parents are about to come in the door.
