At Sunnybrook dog park, I saw a bunch of these little mesh bags tied to branches of something I think might be called jewelweed. It has little orange, orchid-like blooms.
First, the bags would be empty, then they’d have something in them–I couldn’t tell if it was a bug or a seed.
Anyone know about these things?
Each year about this time, the snapping turtles emerge from the creek at the dog park, somehow climb up the steep, man-made embankment and slowly creep across the path to the swamp. This one was making good time since she was there on our way into the park, but gone by the time we returned.
She was about the size of a Frisbee–a big honkin’ Frisbee with a beak that’ll snap your little doggie toes off.
“Billie! Get away from that. It’s not a short, green, slimy dog.”
Whew! At least she sniffed its tail end and stayed away from the dangerous part!
No, it’s not my dog that’s fractured, it’s my brain. Sure, you do it, too. Sing customized songs to your dogs and cats, right?
This morning at the dog park, the dogs disappeared for a few minutes. Upon their return, I could tell they’re flouted my, “No swamp!” edict.
The Bad Billie Song (sung to the tune of Queen’s “We Will Rock You.”)
“You got mud on your face,
Wagging your tail all over the place.
We will, we will walk you.”
Okay, just me then.
Taken at the dog park this morning (while I was wearing gloves and a hat. Again!)
Here’s a jack-in-the-pulpit. You hardly ever see these although we’ve got a few in our backyard. They came with the house. Like trilliums, if you pick them, they never grow back.
Next, some tiny violets, and finally, a third type of trillium that is neither white nor scarlet like the other two I posted.