Baby bunny makes my day

I'm putzing around the garden this afternoon when I spy a tiny young rabbit totally unaware of me. I crouch and sit as still as possible and watch it explore the garden. It's just beyond my arm's length. This young chap (or chapette) is no bigger than my fist, and it toddles in such an adorable, clumsy way.

It approaches a dahlia shoot. Sniff, sniff. Not interested. Ah, a bit of tansy. Nibble. That's an interesting flavor. Perhaps a tad too strong though. A taste of wild verbena. Not bad. But here: a tender clover leaf! This, I like, thinks little cottontail, whose tail is not yet cottony.

Then it turns and ambles toward me, and I make nary a move. (Now, usually I'm not good at sitting still. I have less patience with birds, but in an encounter with a wild mammal of any shape or size, I have the discipline of a Buckingham Palace guard). Here it comes: the reward. The baby bunny steps right onto the top of my shoe and perches there. Hold my breath, hold my breath, hold my breath. It sits for just a second, then moves on, across the garden, past the onions, and eventually through the fence and into the neighbor's yard.

(Remains of meal retrieved, and scanned for your viewing enjoyment. Cute little teeth marks!)

First poppy, first hummingbird

The first opium poppy bloomed today. And the first hummer arrived at the feeder. Finally, birds I can afford to feed.

Dahlia tubers arrived

Received my spring order from Old House Gardens today, which included Dahlia atropurpurea (pictured at left, courtesy of OHG's online catalog). According to OHG, D. atropurpurea is a dark purple form of D. pinnata, one of the first three wild dahlias to be exported to Europe from Mexico.













On one of my regular visits to J.C. Raulston Arboretum back in October, I was intrigued by the D. coccinea blooming in the geophyte border of the rooftop garden and photographed them for my records (above). I had never seen a species dahlia, or even heard of them for that matter, but of course hybrids have to come from somewhere! So when I saw OHG's D. atropurpurea, I had to order it. I love the idea of growing dahlias as wildflowers, and I like the single form of the blossom. The species dahlias at the arboretum were going like gangbusters, in spite of extreme drought.

I also received in my order the dahlias Little Beeswings (ca. 1909), Madame Stappers (ca. 1947) and Andries' Orange (ca. 1936). Until today, the only named dahlia I had was Prince Noir (ca. 1954), which would be the dahlia I would grow if I could only choose one. Besides it, I have several heirloom passalongs from two sources: Mrs. Rosa Hicks of Banner Elk, N.C., and the late Mrs. Brownie Johnson of Harrells, N.C., whom I miss dearly.

I found a little more on species dahlias here.

The bat is back!

I shone the flashlight up into the bat house before dark, and it's occupied! A single bat. It is exactly 1 year to the day that we put the house up. We discovered the first (and only) occupant last year on June 15, and it remained only two days. So maybe it remembered and has come back to roost for the summer. I want a whole colony (it is a nursery-capacity house), but I'll settle for one. Tomorrow I'll lay out a white towel or sheet underneath the house so I can monitor occupancy by checking for guano. I don't want to disturb any occupant(s) too much with a flashlight. But it's soooooo tempting.

The pot garden

The pots have all been sown. This'll be the third year I've grown Purple Haze carrots, and I'd never be without them. Whether you slice, shred or julienne them or use young ones (tops and all) as edible garnishes, they are drop dead gorgeous. Have grown Easter Egg radishes too, and they're so cute. This is my first time growing French zucchini, watermelon radish and Early Wonder beets. Grow, grow, grow!

Pressed flowers, 21st-century style

I love using my scanner as a poor man's macro lens. Picked these little darlings in the yard today.

Rain falling on sedums

3 more inches of rain!

Compost bin

Cleaned out the fridge!

April showers!

A steady drizzle over the past few days has filled the rain gauge to the 1 1/2 inch mark! Here are some things blooming in the garden today.

Top: Amsonia
Bottom: African daisy

Pansies, piggy, alyssum

I Spy

• First tiger swallowtail of the season at corner of Glenwood and Peace.
• First tube top, same corner.

Furry Forensics

I took out a bag of trash this afternoon, and when I opened the garbage can lid there were little raccoon footprints on the interior walls! The single bag of garbage inside had a neat hole torn in it. Though I know raccoons are crafty, this is the first time anything has ever breached the fairly heavy-duty hinged lid of our new fancy-schmancy city garbage cans. These will keep out rats and possums but apparently won't foil the dexterous fingers of raccoons. So I secured the lid with bungy cables and put up a no trespassing sign. I also went in the back yard to make sure the lid to the compost bin was screwed down tight.

I love to watch raccoons beside a stream nibbling on mussels and fastidiously washing their little paws. But I don't particularly want them setting up housekeeping inside the garbage can. I'm just glad the critter wasn't in there when I opened the lid. Talk about your shock and awe.

Rx for Seasonal Affective Disorder:

Rain, redbuds and Daylight Savings Time. Take as needed (which is often).

Favorite shoes

Hope

I heard on the radio yesterday that Daylight Savings Time starts this Sunday, March 9th. The "saving" part is dead right, as the news has rescued my mood from the shadows. There's a storm on the way, so I took this photograph of hellebores against the cloudy sky earlier. Had to lie on my back to capture it, and it felt good to be one with the ground even though my butt got wet. So the good news is that rain and extra daylight are on the way. The bad news is that Brett Favre announced his retirement from the NFL today. You can't have everything.