This has been a weird year at my parent's place because of the large amounts of rain that fell this spring. This is also the first year my mom has seen Monarch butterflies in her garden.
Isn't that the horribly invasive purple loosestrife? Why yes it is, full of butterflies and bees.
Here you get a glimpse of the cracks in the garden soil. It's such a challenging zone.
Mom gave me some beets to take home. We had some tonight, shredded in tacos.
The feral kittens love playing in the garden, chasing grasshoppers and crickets. There were big black noisy crickets everywhere you looked. In fact the first night, I turned to my partner and said "Those crickets are driving me crazy!!!!" Dead silence. I'm not kidding you. It was uncanny. And I didn't hear them again the whole time we were there. Just call me Madame Cricketspeaker.
Crickets, stink bugs, and bees, oh my. Good night!
Can't see where to post this. Just to say I loved your book of poems, After-Dinner Saints at the ICA in Winnipeg. Can I buy it/read it somewhere?ReplyDelete
Thanks for the kind words!! If you send me your address at lorihoney(at)telus(dot)net I'll send you a copy.