On a few small acres in the hill country of central Texas, we live by watching, feeling, and waiting. Together, we come to know by loving and love best when we care enough to understand. Our Loves: limestone, leaf-vein, scales, feathers, friends, and all their shifting reflections in the waters of a small Creek.
And by June 2nd, the waters were still fast, but clear again.
And with all the rains (wettest May on record), we've been able to enjoy all sorts of mushrooms and fungi.
Perhaps some Amber Jelly (Exidia recisa) on an old walnut log.
Lemon Yellow Lepiota (Leucocoprinus Birnbaumii) up next to the house.
Growing beneath the Big Oak.
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Sex among three black and yellow mud daubers (Sceliphron caementarium).
None of this sort of excitement has anything to do with flooding creeks.
Hang on.
After our Big Rains, the harvester ants in the video below appeared about six feet away from their old nest entrance at this new entrance. The ants go back and forth between the two entrances now:
Trumpet creeper blossom on the vines in the hens' yard.
The century plant caught some dew this morning.
Newest of the several small gardens around the place. June 2.
One of our favorite of the humble shrubs in these hills is the hog-plumb. The only time one might even notice it is the one or two weeks that its bizarre flowers attract every winged insect around. We've yet to witness another single plant with so many admirers. These were found at noon on April 24, 2015.
