I’m glad you could drop by for Friday’s Fave 5
Susanne and friends are counting the blessings from the past week. If you want to join in the fun, pop over to Living To Tell The Story.
It’s been a cold wet spring so far on the Island, so I really am amazed that blossoms are brave enough to show their faces.
In fact, this is what greeted Roger and me when we arrived home last Sunday night from a family gathering for Father’s Day.
No, it isn’t s**w – it’s hail! Apparently it hit parts of the Island that evening.
And look what it did to my hosta (she said, mournfully)
I really wish that I could have been there to take a video. It didn’t hail at all where we were.
Roger ventured out a couple of days later to see how things were going at the farm. For the first time, our friends grew some of the berry crop under plastic and look what Roger nicked – er – oops – I mean picked yesterday!
June 23rd – the earliest date for Prince Edward Island strawberries that we’ve ever known.
And they were oh. so. sweet!!
3. Speaking of sweet – is there anything sweeter or more intoxicating than the fragrance of lilacs?
I wonder sometimes if people think me strange – I can’t pass by a lilac bush without burying my face in the purple blossoms and inhaling that lovely perfume.
4. Another famous Island blossom is lining our country roads, fields and ditches now.
It’s lupin season.
I haven’t got my fill taking pictures of these beauties yet. Just hoping for a little more sunlight so that I can try to capture their breath-taking splendour.
5. I saw my first Cedar Waxwing this week – I didn’t know what kind of bird it was.
I couldn’t get the best angle as the tree was in full leaf – but at any angle, he’s certainly a handsome fellow with his rakish mask! I love the yellow tipped tail feathers.
I have another little story about birds. We have several pairs of mourning doves nesting in the trees around our home. They are aptly named with their soft, drawn-out calls that sound like laments. They come to the feeder tree and peck the fallen seeds on the ground.
But one mourning dove does something different. Here’s our finch feeder – built to keep the larger, greedier birds like bluejays and blackbirds away. The feeding openings are tiny and the base is also quite small.
A mourning dove can’t eat from the tiny openings.
But this mourning dove isn’t deterred by the size of the feeder.
He occasionally nibbles the seeds on the bottom but mostly he just sits there. Usually the finches will fly away at the approach of larger birds but they don’t seem to mind the gentle dove.
I often look out the window and see him just perched there, calmly observing the world. 🙂
I’ll leave you with a bonus picture that I took one evening this week. Such a perfect Island scene – red soil, potato fields, green meadows, blue water and sky.