So This Is How It Begins

I noticed the wisteria sending out runners along the wall of our back porch. I’m beginning to understand how the jungle took over the pyramids of South America.

Where are they going?

Where are they going?

I photographed this Thursday morning. Thursday afternoon when I came home from running errands, the wisteria runners were not there anymore. While I was gone, Hubby had also noticed that Mother Nature was making her move to take over. He relocated the vines onto the hurricane fence, directing them away from the house. I got lucky I didn’t defer this photograph any more than I already had. You just never know what’s going to happen.

 

Thistles

A thistle is a spiky, thorny, gnarly, troublesome weed until a butterfly lands on one to feed, then it looks beautiful to me. I didn’t catch a butterfly on this one, but it did have some friends the first time I photographed it.

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I didn’t see the antennae until I loaded the photo onto my computer and, of course, the little friends weren’t there when I went back outside hoping to get a photograph of them in focus.

Thistle in the morning