The seasons pass through with different studio visitors. But my favorite are the summer visitors. If nothing else, they get to see the garden in bloom. Some of them consider it a ritual seasonal visit. They come year after year, for their pleasure, for my joy.
I especially love my hummingbird visitors. Actually he, and his wife, are both emerald green. But I dressed him up with a red head, just because I though he’d like to be formal for his portrait. Why do I know it’s a he? I didn’t look under his skirt. But if it’s a day glow bright bird, it’s a boy.
I was afraid I lost these visitors when my neighbors insisted I take down the day lily garden. They had come back year to year to those flowers, and I’d never seen them anywhere but in front in the day lily strip.
Of course, if one buffet closes, you look around for what’s nearby. They found the back sun garden without any trouble the next year. I was delighted to watch their visit from the back planting rather than from the front porch.
We forget that the things we grow for our pleasure, are survival for the other beings that live in our worlds. I am honored they keep coming back.
If you missed the entertaining and cautionary tale about my garden wars, The Town of Torper and the Very Vulgar Day Lily , you’ll find it on my web site at www.ellenanneeddy.com or on Amazon.com,
My hope is that if you cannot avoid your own, you can at least laugh at mine.
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