Peggy C's photos with the keyword: yard-walking

looking UP in the backyard in Florida - sunny sky of blue and puffy clouds floating on wings - I'm sitting in the grass - waiting - waiting - a bee flew into that Purple Kings Mantle flower - if he decides to come out - we'll see him covered in pollen ! AA-284 UP THERE! ARCHIVE AIRINGS © All rights reserved [ the bee never showed while I was sitting waiting for him, but it was a beautiful day ]

King's Mantle .. Thunbergia erecta .. Clockvine .. all mean the same .. a perennial shrub with flowers to attract bees .. it will grow in spite of how much it is pruned .. in spite of how badly frozen back it was .. sturdy .. just trim to keep in check .. it does like to 'go looking' all over ! © All rights reserved

Rascal Catt is almost 16 years old.. he volunteered to try our home & stayed... a hunter of great skill, he has decided it is more fun & easier on his bones, to just play-chase with the squirrels.. those days are past... so, we have no burial detail department, now.. we give each other unconditional love.. if you are honored to live with a feline, you know what I mean.. if not, then this makes no sense at all.. no problem.. life is good.. (c) All Rights Reserved

the only one 'sort of captured' on the butterfly shoot in our yard .. got some better in my neighbor's yard .. but, the Yard Supervisor was in the shade.. sending updates if he saw any.. thanks, Ras ! © All rights reserved

a small tree stump .. weathered in the hot sun and summer rains.. cracks, changes in color & in textures.. fascinating.. somehow, this song came to mind.. Old Things "Cars with fins baby, kerosene lamps, pick up trucks and phonographs, polyester pants, baseball cards, comic books, ancient 8 track tapes, a lunch box with a cover from the Planet of the Apes. Do you like old things? I surely hope you do. You’re not getting any younger and I’m getting older too. Now I don’t mind progress but it’s hard to get attached to a new idea that’s obsolete the moment it gets hatched. Porcelain poodles, jewelry made from paste, records from the big bands that play on 78s. Ooh, there’s nothing better than the smell of a used bookstore. We’ll get lost between the covers, don’t make ‘em like us no more. Do you like old things, honey? I surely hope you do, ‘cause you’re not getting any younger and I’m getting older too. I don’t mind progress but it’s hard to get attached to a new idea that’s obsolete the moment it gets hatched. As we travel on beyond the summertime of life, old people can provide a peep into the other side. Cranky and forgetful, watching every dime, she can cook without a book, bakes cakes like Duncan Hines. Well do you like old things, the things you really trust? Baby, my mama needs place to live and she’s moving in with us. She’s the genuine article, a treasure from the past. Just think of it, free baby-sitting! Now what more could you ask? Oh just think of it, free baby-sitting! What more could you ask? " Lyrics: Old Things, Trout Fishing in America Written by Grimwood/Idlet

vigilant, dependable Yard Supervisor .. stopped long enough for my human to snap my photo .. as far as humans go, she is pretty good .. both my humans are, really .. they keep my food stocked .. always have fresh water .. a roof over my head .. except, of course, when I'm on YS Patrol, as is the case now .. Thanks for stopping by, Rascal Catt, Esq. Yard Supervisor ©SD All Rights Reserved SOOC