|This is Habigail and Nanook. They started squatting in that flowerpot that used to hold crops such as ficus plants about 2.5 weeks ago. It was the day after I had just started to plan the escape garden. Those are their huevos (family portrait).|
|Habigail pretending I can't see her (I can).|
|SHE'S NOT TOUCHING THE BREAD I LEFT FOR HER!|
It's because mourning doves are essentially seed eaters. Oh.
|She sat there throughout all kinds of weather conditions. |
Poor little soaking wet Habigail!
|I started to work out there, planting pansies and scabiosa and phlox and nasturtium, kale seeds went in, clematis went back outside where it had bloomed all winter in my dining room, roses got themselves pruned, tomato plant got punched down, sage, basil, poppies, geranium, sweet peas, strawberries, iris, etc. |
Did I mention it's a really small fire escape? Think, Hanging Gardens ala Nebuchadnezzar. Because that's what I do.
|Icky is confused.|
|Mama bird is non-plussed.|
|A few days ago and just in time for Mother's Day we welcome to the world Lulah and Horten, named for my friends in Paris, Hortensia who passed away in February and her granddaughter who loved and must miss her very much. |
We have given this Spring it's due, full of nature and intrigue and little bits of life, popping out and life-ing up.
HAPPY MOTHER's DAY HABIGAIL and also
to everyone who gives anything of themselves
and cares for and about anything at all.