tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post5831973841031019548..comments2023-10-31T15:39:09.651+01:00Comments on box elder: Swallowtails and damselflies, among other things.Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-42526198919804085502010-08-29T18:35:45.861+02:002010-08-29T18:35:45.861+02:00It is years since I read and. I think, enjoyed The...It is years since I read and. I think, enjoyed The Sea, The Sea. The best character was the brave little dog that valiantly survived being sept out to sea.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-62064178901521493162010-08-29T04:39:31.910+02:002010-08-29T04:39:31.910+02:00I most love the photo of the butterfly obscured by...I most love the photo of the butterfly obscured by the flower, with its antennae peeping out on top and the wings to either side. They're all beautiful photos.HKatzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17653570160517335758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-66250836278342812832010-08-27T05:54:08.465+02:002010-08-27T05:54:08.465+02:00What incredible photos. Loved them.What incredible photos. Loved them.D. Jean Quarleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01327174739435123349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-49959026572539475602010-08-26T18:03:28.244+02:002010-08-26T18:03:28.244+02:00I am charmed by your shawl around your feet and yo...I am charmed by your shawl around your feet and your cosy cup of coffee. No rain here lately but we've had some northern air to bring our temperatures down noticeably. Summer is a goin out. It's been a bountiful year for dragonflies and butterflies here, which makes me feel lucky. I saw two Monarchs grappling and tumbling to the ground yesterday. I assume they are migrating south now. Don't know why those two were wrassling unless it's the same old story.Nimblehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16426446791363667887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-26773352150529063222010-08-26T14:25:31.209+02:002010-08-26T14:25:31.209+02:00You could do yoga along with those damselflies ......You could do yoga along with those damselflies ... wow, the flexibility! Astounding. The swallowtail butterflies are new to me. The tigerish stripes lend them a sort of jungle air.Rouchswalwehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01393987883437907945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-74757270521598652372010-08-26T06:00:33.235+02:002010-08-26T06:00:33.235+02:00(o)(o)Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-32632552837445487972010-08-25T20:58:01.703+02:002010-08-25T20:58:01.703+02:00The other night, my husband called me outside to s...The other night, my husband called me outside to see a SWARM of huge hornets aroud the back-porch light. Your explanation throws some light on the matter, for the next day they were gone.<br /><br />My daughter is here at my feet, studying her science textbook. She looked at your butterflies and damselflies with a great deal of interest. (Unlike her mother, she spotted the damselflies mating.)<br />We saw many butterflies when we were hiking in Wales, but they were mostly small, rather nondescript ones. (I did like the pale lavender ones, though.)<br /><br />The Sea, The Sea is the only Murdoch I've read. Like you, I remember it chiefly for the rather unpleasant characters. There's been nothing "yellow" or "Provencal" about this August so far. Gray and Nordic, more like it. I can hear the constant drip, drip from the willow tree outside of my open study window. No evening walks for us, I'm afraid.Beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02375981493145612394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-41988326682224309182010-08-25T17:36:02.715+02:002010-08-25T17:36:02.715+02:00Yes, sadly, fewer butterflies for us this year, to...Yes, sadly, fewer butterflies for us this year, too.<br />i thoroughly enjoy canning up the harvest as well...though it almost always the hottest, muggiest days of the year when everything finally comes together. We love our jams...and were once famous for our bottled peaches, which we never opened before the winter, long after the flavor of fresh ones has escaped our memories. We used MUCH less sugar than anyone ever recommends and so the luscious fruit flavor really shone thru. However, age has dulled our enthusiasm for the sweaty job. <br /><br />This being a good tomato year, we will definitely freeze homemade sauce for the winter.zephyrhttp://thegarden.typepad.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-29467227955934571502010-08-25T16:51:21.398+02:002010-08-25T16:51:21.398+02:00...who shrink their photos before sending them (WH......who shrink their photos before sending them (WHY DOESN'T EVERYONE DO THIS?!)<br />A pleasing juxtaposition: this bit of written crankiness only a few centimetres scrolling distance from the Breton disciplinarian, now starring in a montage near you. I fear I have returned more than once to the latter, wishing it could be enlarged. There is much that expression could tell me.<br /><br />However, <em>Revenons à nos oranges</em> and here's a shared experience. Centred on the thrill of tracking down the Seville oranges (so briefly available), the emergence of the big stewpan, the delicious smell and the sense of smug finality about the completed, and labelled, jars of marmalade. Followed by the anti-climax of non-consumption. Mrs BB's coarse-cut, golden stickiness is famed and I love it. But it is almost impossible to fit it into my rigid eating schedule. Much of it goes to my brother who is wedded to a conventional breakfast and gets through a jar in about four days. This gives the whole procedure an altruistic tinge but the BBs are not heavily into altruism and remain dissatisfied.<br /><br />Both are very pro-butterfly and bitterly envy you your swallowtails. We'd tempt them with marmalade but I suppose that would end up a more humane form of flypaper. And, yes, it's raining here. Listen to the sound of my rotating thumbs.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.com