Friday, July 24, 2015

Summertime Beauties

I am afraid I have become obsessed with peaches this year.

We are lucky enough to be close to the county that grows some of the best peaches that have ever touch my lips. 
The Chilton (County) peach truck comes to town weekly with
their bed loaded with these beautiful jewels. 

I made peaches and cream scones with a few from the last peck and 
I'll be making some more in the morning, with this one.

Since I cut and freeze some from every purchase,
I'll surprise the peach guys with scones next week.
Maybe I'll trade them for an orchard basket. 

Having to drive through Chilton County a 
few different times within the last couple of weeks
 (we pass through to get to Birmingham),
I had intentions of stopping and picking some up, 
but there's something so exciting (for me) to wait till they come to town.
I suppose it makes me feel like I'm living in a different time.

We will keep buying until the season ends because
there is nothing better than a sweet juicy peach
on a hot summer day. 

Except maybe peach ice cream.

I have thoughts of planting more peach trees in our family orchard (we have one) but I don't want to take away from my fairy-tale peach experience. 
 Besides, we love farmer's and want to support them the best way we can.
As long as they keep coming, we'll keep buying.

Monday, July 13, 2015

In the FPH Garden

Remember this?

Here is the now:

We had to do a little transplanting but boy, are they doing
well! The men of the family took mound building seriously.

These Lantana were transplants this past winter. One of the hardiest plants I have ever known, 
right next to Crape Myrtle.

{flip phone photo ~ don't laugh}

The rose above is one of two, of the great $4 Home Depot rescue. The scent of this rose
is so beautiful. I look forward to many years of fragrant cut flowers.

We are still designing areas of the yards and planning for our next wave of planting in late winter
(bare roots) and early spring. The plants we did plant, are doing well except for my hydrangeas
which I think get too much sun so I'll be transplanting them later.

Our gazebo is flourishing with Concord grapes and climbing rose.
I won't be cutting it back next season so that it completely covers the top.
It's a beautiful sight when that gazebo is covered with green. The shade will be much welcomed!

Last week I happened to look outside at the right moment.
I saw a little mockingbird fly into my rose tree with 
twigs in her beak. 

I peeked at it soon after and it was a perfect
cozy nest. A week later (today), this is what I found.

I love that we have birds nesting around our gardens. I'm not happy with them
when they're stealing our blueberries but that's what they make bird netting for, right?

Now, it's time for a little summertime break.

I'll be back in a couple of weeks with some e-x-c-i-t-i-n-g news!

Stay cool and enjoy the lazy days of summer.


Sunday, July 5, 2015

Small Town USA

Living in a small town, you can ask permission to host
an array of festivities, so we did. 

 Since our town does not hold a
4th of July parade {yet} we came up with a crazy idea
to host a 4th of July bike parade for the kids.

All photos courtesy of the Union Springs Herald, Kim Graham and Tracy Larkins. 
Thank you!!

We put the parade together and had wonderful help with goodies for the kids by the 
Larkins family that provided ice pops, water and chips for all participants.
We also had Patriotic necklaces, tattoos and glow sticks and our Tourism Council
had grocery sacks and pens to give away. 

We were small but mighty but the most important part of this was that the kids
had a blast being able to ride up and down our Main Street USA without
having to watch out for cars! :)

There's talk about a next year. We'll see!

Here's a little video {Thanks Kim!} to give you and idea of
how cool our little town is. 


I hope you all had a great 4th of July and celebrated America's birthday
with fun, family and friends.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Bird Nests and Butterflies...

Bird nests and butterflies, both things I have collected unintentionally and by accident.

The first bird nest was extracted from a light fixture that was being repaired for a neighbor.
It was built wedged between the glass and the brass candelabra in a porch light.
It had been vacant for quite some time, it appeared, so I carefully took it out and
wrapped it in some packing paper to retain its shape.
The alternative was to be poked out by a stick and thrown in the garbage.

The second nest was sadly found in our trailer. We had a leak in the roof and had left the door open to air it out and these sweet birds took advantage and built their nest inside and laid eggs.

Unfortunately, we didn't know and didn't discover it until last winter.
My husband had brought it in, in gloved hands.

The eggs are so tiny, about the size of Robin Egg Easter candy.
I was saddened by this discovery. I could only imagine the frantic mother
desperately trying to get in. Poor thing.

Having purchased some glass domes that were sitting empty,
I knew these nests would be beautiful inside them.
Being able to study the intricacy of these constructed abodes without touching them
would be a great thing to teach the boys.

The butterflies were absolutely an accident.
Springtime in the South is prolific with many, many flying bugs, butterflies included.

After returning home one day after a trip to town, I happened to look outside and see
a bright yellow butterfly resting on my truck.
Permanently resting, that is.
Poor thing! I'm sure it didn't feel a thing.

The second one was pretty much a text book copy of the first.
Same destination and return, same situation.
I feel like a murderer.

Well, I decided to honor my victims and place them inside
each nest dome to live eternally.

Although beautiful, these displays are bittersweet to me
and a reminder of how fragile life is and how
it can be taken without a moments notice.

We live in such a rushed state, sometimes it's
good to slow down and pay attention to the little things.
The smell of a rose, the sight of flickering lightning bugs
or just the smell of your child's hair.

I hope you have an observant day. xo