April, between showers . . .
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| Red-stemmed moss. |
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| Plume moth, sleeping on the wall by the door |
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| Robin, pulmonaria, and daffs. And a few leaves of lettuce, still surviving cuddled up to the pulmonaria for protection from the slugs. |
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| The young raccoon, back again for a drink, keeping his eye on me. |
He needs a nail clipper; look at that thumb nail!
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| Raccoon fingernails. I'm not volunteering to trim them for him. |
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| And the first rhododendrons we've seen this year. |
And the cup mushrooms are out in force! But each time we've seen them, so far, it has been pouring rain.
wonderful! I particularly like the glaring raccoon.
ReplyDeleteDelightful. Perhaps the raccoon is a guitar player? My dad would grow his nails out on his picking hand, and I can't forget the Nashville Skyline album cover where you can clearly see Bob Dylans LONG, guitar picking fingernails, as he politely doffs his hat. =)
ReplyDeleteSara, so do I. He's still quite small, and so cute!
ReplyDeleteBiobabbler, makes sense. Nut what kind of guitar needs picks in both hands?
The raccoon has acquired a name; now he's Dylan.