Alice and Mushrooms

“I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is, what? The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all round her at the flowers and the blades of grass, but she did not see anything that looked like the right thing to eat or drink under the circumstances. There was a large mushroom growing near her, about the same height as herself; and when she had looked under it, and on both sides of it, and behind it, it occurred to her that she might as well look and see what was on the top of it.”

Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland by Lewis Carroll ~ View in context

Cherry Blossom Time

Northern Virginia, 29 March 2006

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now, s hung with bloom along the bough. ~~A.E. Housman (1859–1936), “A Shropshire Lad” (1896)

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Baby Cardinal

She’s Fluffed and Trying to Keep Warm.

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Geese in a Row

If geese were ducks, we could say we have all of our ducks in a row.

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Papa Ratos

A Bird of Portugal

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Happy Groundhog Day

One of the University of Guelph’s Arboretum’s many resident groundhogs. They are also known as woodchucks, such as “how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck would chuck wood?” Groundhogs and woodchucks are a marmot type of rodent.

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Backlit Amaryllis

“In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer.” ~~Albert Camus

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Cat at the Window

“In 1830 it was a snug collection of modest one- and two- story frame dwellings, whose whitewashed exteriors were almost concealed from sight by climbing tangles of rose vines, honeysuckles, and morning glories. Each of these pretty homes had a garden in front fenced with white palings and opulently stocked with hollyhocks, marigolds, touch-me-nots, prince’s-feathers, and other old-fashioned flowers; while on the windowsills of the houses stood wooden boxes containing moss rose plants and terra-cotta pots in which grew a breed of geranium whose spread of intensely red blossoms accented the prevailing pink tint of the rose-clad house-front like an explosion of flame. When there was room on the ledge outside of the pots and boxes for a cat, the cat was there– in sunny weather–stretched at full length, asleep and blissful, with her furry belly to the sun and a paw curved over her nose. Then that house was complete, and its contentment and peace were made manifest to the world by this symbol, whose testimony is infallible. A home without a cat–and a well-fed, well-petted, and properly revered cat– may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?�? ~~Mark Twain, “THE TRAGEDY OF PUDD’NHEAD WILSON�?, 1893.

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