Pictures of the Oops
A little dark, but I took them first thing in the morning.
The color is still there -- on the inside.
I have to admit, the fading didn't really break my heart. Worse things have happened to me. I'm not a big pink fan (despite the rose and green Fizzy socks), and the wristwarmer is still warm. Now I have to do a test exposure of some of the wool I dyed with Easter-egg coloring!
This little lady looked like she could have used something warm this morning, sitting on a rose cane with her feathers all fluffed up.
I meant to get out there and prune the rose tangle, but now I'm too late. There's a nest of chipping sparrows, Spizella passerina, in there and pruning will have to wait.
When we first bought our house, at the signing the previous owner asked us what we were going to do with the property. I guess his thought was development. Our answer was, "Live there," and I'm sure some people would add, "And let it go wild," but I call it "Managing the property for wildlife."
I keep a path mowed so I can get out there and keep an eye on it, which includes raspberry and wild strawberry-picking, birdwatching, and admiring wildflowers. Also hacking back autumn olive and discouraging the poison ivy from taking over the world.
We have an area where my husband built a fire circle, and we have room so people can camp back there when we have our once-a-year open house, come and hang out, get-together. (Can you tell this is not a highly structured event?)
Right around the house I keep the grass mowed, so the mosquitoes don't have nice long grass to rest in and rise up out of, and also because the combination of waist-length hair and elbow-high grass is just a tick ladder. No sense in making it any easier for the little bloodsuckers!
Edited to add handy link to Cornell's Chipping Sparrow webpage and Latin name -- oops, guess that ruins the meter!