Nature Friday ~ August 30, 2024

Welcome to the last Friday in August. Can’t say as we’re sorry to see the calendar roll over to September. Elsa here, along with the House Pony who got spiffed up in anticipation of his first visit to the new Lutheran hospital this morning. I will say he cleans up pretty nicely. Wish them luck.

Wilson

But now for, how about we join our friends at Adventures of the LLB Gang for their weekly Nature blog hop. Don’t forget to click on the highlighted link to see what others posted this week.

Wilson:  Egad…my hairs have been stolen! I was rather tricked into going for a ride but I suppose if I have to get all dolled up to go to hospital, at least Sydney from The Dirty Dog Grooming Salon was there for me. She’s very sweet and understands us sheepdogs. She’s has nearly a dozen sheepdog clients and she makes us all look terrific. My coat is a bit shorter than usual this time but luckily it’ll grow.

Elsa: Well, she better not get any ideas of working on me since I know she does other breeds. Yeah, that’d be a hard no as far as I’m concerned. I can barely tolerate it when Mom grooms me, let alone a stranger and frankly, I don’t care how nice she is. She ain’t getting her clippers anywhere near me!

Wilson: Now, now, Sydney’s wonderful. She very kind and patient. You could do much worse.

Elsa: Bite your tongue!! Well, let’s stop all this grooming talk-it’s giving me the willies and get right to sharing pics from around the neighborhood, shall we?

Wilson: Righto! So you remember a couple of weeks ago when we posted a picture of a bright orange pumpkin in someone’s front garden? Look at it now to see how much it’s grown. I sat nicely in front of it [before my  luxurious furs were stolen] to give you some scale as to how big that monster is!

Wilson & pumpkin

Elsa: Yikes…that thing is as big as your fat head!! And the vine has gone completely bonkers. I think they’re going to have a tough time mowing the grass.

Wilson: It was really something, I wanted to go investigate it more closely but Mum would have none of that. Instead we walked on and came across this cotoneaster shrub. The flowers have bloomed and now the berries are the main event. The birds are going to be in hog heaven this winter. They do look tasty.

Cotoneaster shrub

Elsa: {Diverting the growling tummy of the House Pony} Maybe there’s a squirrel in there somewhere.

Wilson: {Interrupting} Squirrel?!?!  Where…lemme at him!!

Elsa: {eyes rolling} Oh good grief, do I have to explain everything to you? That was just a figure of speech. I don’t think there are any squirrels in that shrub.

Wilson: Well, I’m going back to check it more closely the next time we walk past it, just to be sure. You know how I feel about squirrels.

Elsa: Yes, we all know how you feel about squirrels. Sheesh, give it a rest, dude. Let’s move on, shall we?

Wilson: Fine. Mum was pretty excited about this next photo of a morning glory vine. It had the classic purple, the often seen fuchsia and the palest shade of blush pink, all together. The only thing missing was the cornflower blue version which is Mum’s favorite when it comes to morning glories but we haven’t seen the blue ones this summer. Aren’t these dazzling?

Morning glory

Elsa: As you know, we typically go for our morning walks around dawn so as to avoid the heat which has been relentless still. Lately we’ve have more than a few mornings where sunrise has been very colorful. Just like last week’s post, we were beginning our walk and thus are very enthusiastic, when Mom slams on the brakes to stop and admire the sky. Humans…you can’t begin to figure them out.

Wilson: I hear that, sister. But still, you have to admit, it sure looked smashing.

Sunrise

Elsa: I suppose but for crying out loud, I don’t need a whiplash at 5:30 in the freaking morning!

Wilson: You’re right about that. We’ve got our rhythm going and BAM! we have to break stride to photograph something. I know Mum wants to capture things before they disappear, but it is a bit disorienting.

Elsa: I noticed she found a new lawn statute the other morning.

Peacock

Wilson: She sure did. I wasn’t sure about what it was exactly and approached cautiously but Mum assured me it was safe and no harm would come to me. I think she called it a peacock.

Elsa: Hmm, meh. Not exactly my cup of tea but you know Mom. So she was talking to her daughter to get an update on the new puppies and she sent pictures of them that we thought we should share because it’s been a while. I can practically smell the puppy breath. My heavens…those little guys sure are growing. Can’t believe they’re six weeks old now. Soon it will be time for them to go off to their new homes. She mentioned they’ve decided to keep this little black guy. Isn’t he cute? I offered to show it some awesome Ninja moves but that offer was resoundingly declined. The brindle fella next to the black guy is reportedly a bit of a stinker. He repeatedly manages to escape the whelping box and go looking to pester his Mama. I think he’s gonna be a handful, but a pretty cute handful, with those white tipped toes.

Irish Wolfhound puppies

Wilson: Mum keeps wondering how her daughter manages to get all eight of them to sit for a group photo. Well, technically seven in this photo…as that little stinker brindle pup breaks rank. They had their first outing in the backyard a couple of days ago and had a jolly good time checking out grass, bugs, and all manner of interesting things. You can’t help but smile watching them romp around.

Irish Wolfhound puppies

Elsa: Well that’s it from the Ranch. We hope you have a great Labor Day weekend and are able to enjoy getting out and seeing what Nature has to offer in these last weeks of summer.

Wilson: I heard we’re going to see our Grandpa to celebrate his 94th birthday. Baby Halia will be there to wish him many happy returns so he’ll be on Cloud 9 again. Can’t wait to see him and maybe I’ll get to meet the donkeys while we’re there. We hope you have a safe and happy Labor Day weekend. Cheers.

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Nature Friday ~ August 23, 2024

Elsa on sofa

Happy Friday, sports fans. After yesterday’s August Friends post featuring Wilson and his Wagon, I’m going to let him do today’s edition of Nature Friday…with a bit of supervising just to make sure he’s doing it right. That whole support your brother thing was exhausting. As always, we’re joining our friends Rosy and Sunny from Adventures of the LLB Gang. Be sure to click on the link to see what everyone else has posted.

Wilson:
Thanks again for everyone’s kind, sweet comments to yesterday’s August Friends post. We are so touched by your sweet notes and are particularly grateful to Ann for her awesome artwork. Didn’t she do a fabulous job? So let’s get started, shall we?Elsa:  💤 💤 💤 Huh, wha…? Did I miss something?Wilson: Nope, just setting up today’s slices of nature from around our neighborhood. It’s been an interesting week of ‘this and that.’Elsa: Ok, well chop, chop, House Pony. I got some serious catching up on my 💤 ‘sWilson: Righto. Well, on to it then. So Mum’s been saying for a while that we’ve been overrun by grasshoppers this summer. They have become quite the issue in Colorado and particularly down south where my Grandpa lives. Here is another factor that’s likely being impacted by climate change. According to Colorado State University Extension horticulture expert and entomologist Karim Gharbi, it’s because warmer days began earlier in spring, grasshoppers came out of dormancy sooner which likely means they’ll hibernate later in the season as colder temps will probably be delayed, providing them more opportunities to mow down plants throughout Front Range gardens.

Grasshopper
Ugly little bastards

Wilson: {continuing} These bloody things are everywhere and have caused nearly a 40% loss on farmer’s crops around Pueblo. As if squirrels weren’t bad enough noshing on Mum’s tomatoes, now we have to battle these bloody creatures with insatiable appetites. Grrrr.

Elsa: They constantly startle me when I go outside for potty breaks by jumping in front of me. Mom keeps encouraging me to “git it, Elsa” but no way Jose…I ain’t eating that foul thing. I refuse to even try.

Wilson: Me neither. I prefer wasp protein.

Elsa: {eye rolling} Oy, you’re just begging for a trip to the vet’s office aren’t you?

Wilson: Well, at least they appear to be easier prey than squirrels.

Elsa: You’re supposed to leave both of them alone, you bonehead! {smacking a paw to her forehead} Good grief, why in the world did I get this moron for a brother is beyond me.

Wilson: {disregarding the admonishment} Ahem…moving along. Speaking of vets, Mum found a couple of murals that were freshly painted on the building that’s going to house at a new local veterinary location that’s scheduled to open soon. We like our current vet but this one would be closer to our house and could be a good alternative on those days when the vet’s office is closed. Being a solo practicing vet, he began closing the office on Tuesdays during COVID so this could be a potential backup if necessary. Anyway, Mum was impressed with the artistry and the details on the murals.

Mural Mural

Elsa: Nice! It’s rare these days to find a local independent vet not owned by a big corporate practice group.

Wilson: That’s exactly what Mom said. So, we’ve had some gorgeous sunrises this week. Mum always oohs and ahhs which means she’ll pull out her cellphone to take a picture just as we’re getting started on our walk. I need to remind her gently that “we’re walking and not photographing” but I don’t have the heart when she clearly loves early morning scenes like this. I will say it was a beautiful morning even if I had to wait to get rolling.

Sunrise

Elsa: I’ve begun to notice teeny tiny signs that we’re excited about seeing…little spots of leaves transitioning toward autumn, which, for the record, is just a month away. Hallelujah! It can’t arrive too soon in our books.

Changing leaves

Wilson: That could be heat stress (lots of trees are suffering right now) but Mum thought this strip is watered often so maybe it is a sign that autumn is coming soon. Paws crossed. Moderate temperatures and that beautiful golden light will be so welcomed.

Elsa:  I’ve noticed the Plumbago has been blooming profusely as have the Blue Mist Spirea around the Ranch. Bees really like these plants. Soon the Plumbago leaves will start to turn a beautiful shade of mahogany ushering in autumn.

Plumbago
Plumbago
Blue Mist Spirea
Blue Mist Spirea

Wilson: Bees? {smacking his lips}…

Elsa: Down bucko. Leave them alone; stand back and admire them as they pollinate work.

Wilson: Well alright. But I’d prefer to see them up close and personal. Mum was walking around the neighborhood and came across this beautiful Western Tiger Swallowtail butterfly, noshing on tasty, nectar filled phlox. He seemed shy as he kept turning away from Mum’s camera but must have been super hungry since he didn’t fly away for several minutes. Mum was so captivated at his beauty.

Swallowtail butterfly

Elsa: Ooh, that was one handsome creature. Well buddy, thanks for sharing some halfway decent pics this week. Whatever you do this weekend, we hope you find time to find joy and beautiful images in Nature. We have no specific plans but just hope to kick back and relax. Have a great weekend!

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Celebrating August Friends

Wilson badgeGreetings sports fans, yeah, I know it’s not our usual day to post but I just couldn’t contain my excitement that our friends Ann and June from Zoolatry featured the House Pony on her blog today. Way to go Wilson, although I’m sure I would have been an equally pawsome feature subject. Elsa here, I’m very proud of my oaf of a brother, especially because he will begin bringing joy and smiles to all kinds of folks when he starts visiting the staff and patients at the new Lutheran facility which opened earlier this month. And a special shout out to dear Ann who created such fabulous badges-we love them both. Isn’t she amazing? Be sure to visit her website-she’s so creative and quite generous making badges of all types for the cats and dogs of Blogville. We are so very grateful to her for her work here and throughout Blogville. Way to go Ann!

Wilson's wagon

Wilson’s Wagon will begin his probationary visits at the hospital next week and both Mom and he are so looking forward to bringing comfort to the folks at Lutheran. Once he completes his probationary period, he’s be awarded the purple scarf indicating he’s a full fledged pet therapy pooch. Couldn’t be more proud of the dude! Way to shine, “Intern Wilson.” You’re on your way to becoming a full fledged dogtor. And again, thanks every so much, Ann for doing an amazing job on today’s badges-you’re the best. That Denver skyline is the bomb! Don’t forget to drop by her truly wonderful blog. She’s the best!

Friends header
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Nature Friday ~ August 9, 2024

ElsaGreetings sports fans, Elsa here. Welcome to the latest edition of Nature Friday where we’re joining our hosts, Rosy and Sunny from Adventures of the LLB Gang. Be sure to click on their link to see what others have shared. First off, the heat of the past 87 years finally broke, and we’re experiencing some  very lovely temperatures and, get this…even had a little spot of wet stuff yesterday evening. Whoa…I almost had forgotten what that felt like. Anyway, let’s get started. It’s been a very busy week for the Mom-ster and she wasn’t able to get too many photos taken but the House Pony will share what we managed to see.

Wilson: Top of the mornin’ to you, little sister. Like you, I’m thrilled with the nice cool temps. When we went for our early morning constitutional, it was a crisp 58ºF (14ºC) this morning and we both were high stepping it along our route. The air was clean and fresh after a little shower last night and everything looked quenched instead of crunchy and brownish. It’s always quite remarkable how even just a small spot of rain can refresh the landscape when supplemental waterings merely keep things alive but never near as verdant as a bit of rain. This year with the heat and lack of early season frost, the fruit crops have done well. Peaches for instance, look quite juicy and sweet. They are most tasty but Mum says dogs cannot eat the stones since they have naturally occurring cyanide and are quite toxic to us dogs. They also could cause a blockage which would require immediate surgery. She’s really paranoid about it since a friend’s sheepdog passed away from eating a peach pit. I say let the bloody squirrels have the pits.

Peaches

Elsa: Not everyone knows that Colorado peaches are some of the best in the country. The best come from Palisade, near Grand Junction. Peach trees in Denver don’t often produce since our early spring can be sketchy for fruit. Palisade’s warm days and cool nights create the perfect climate for bringing out those delicious flavors with larger-sized fruits than those grown elsewhere.

Peaches can be tricky to grow, the crop in Denver doesn’t always produce fruit every year, especially when there are dry conditions or a late frost but when they do, oh my…talk about luscious snacks and scrumptious desserts.

A note of caution to consumers, if you don’t see the ‘Colorado Proud’ sign, you should realize they are not ‘Palisade peaches’ which are known to be extra juicy and extra sweet, thanks to the long sunny days and cool summer nights, which help all those delicious fruity sugars develop. A brief history of Palisade peaches starts with John Harlow. After the local Ute tribe was forcibly removed from their ancestral home on the Western Slope in 1881, settlers began developing the town of Palisade. Farmers discovered the soil was rich and nutrient-filled and perfect for vegetables and grains. But water was in short supply. John Harlow, who along with his wife, planted some of the area’s earliest peach trees in 1882 and spearheaded a canal project to divert water from the Colorado River to irrigate the region, and though it took years for his project to come to fruition, it worked. Palisade peaches are shipped throughout the lower 48 states.

Wilson: On of the many squirrels I encounter on my walks knocked one down near me so I grabbed it and tried to carry it with us but Mum made me drop it. Walks are for walking and sniffing, she reminded me so I dropped it like a good boy and then we had a great walk.

Elsa: So Mom has this thing about Cooper’s Hawks and the mated pair that live in the Silver Maple across the street in our neighbor’s backyard have been flying around the neighborhood. She hears them every morning and tries to call them with the lamest version of their shrill whistle. They must be dumb birds because they respond to her {eyes rolling}. I swear, it’s stuff like that which makes me embarrassed. I know she means well, but…behavior like that jeopardizes my cred as a fierce Ninja on the streets. She’s so fascinated by them but you’d think she’d carry her big camera with her more often so as to capture them much better.

Cooper's Hawk

Wilson: I for one was gobsmacked when it flew over our heads. I can see why she is so mesmerized by their presence and the fact that they ‘talk’ to her every morning is pretty posh in my books.

Elsa: You see what I have to put up with? Good grief.

Wilson: Not to be out done by the peaches, we’ve managed to find a few nice grape vines as well. They’re well on their way to being fully ripe, but again, these guys are on the “no eat” list. Sheesh, here I am wasting away and all Mum finds are fruit and plants that I’m not supposed to eat. What’s a poor starving dog supposed to do?

Grapes

Elsa: Oh for crying out loud, stop thinking with your stomach! Is this just a boy thing or is this something all sheepdogs are prone to do?

Wilson: Well if history is correct, we were left with the sheep in the highlands and ate what they ate. Some of us are omnivores. And before you start poo-pooing that, I understand you think wool socks are a food group, so don’t get high and mighty on me, Ninja.

Elsa: {clearing her throat} Ahem…moving along with other flowers and plants…what else you got?

Wilson: {chuckling under his breath} I thought so. Well we managed to find a beautiful specimen of butterfly weed. It’s bright orange blooms could be seen for quite a distance. No wonder butterflies hang out on it. With it’s bushy shape, orange flower color, and interesting seedpod, this xeriscape plant makes a wonderful addition to landscapes in our area. While not native to Colorado, it is a good food source for native insects and butterflies and is a great addition for attracting pollinators.  After blooming, seedpods will form and split open in fall releasing showy, silky seeds.

Flowers, Butterfly week

Elsa: Nice color, House Pony.

Wilson: Thanks, Mum says it ‘screams’ its presence to butterflies in the garden and she’s hoping the volunteer will naturalize and bloom again next year.

Elsa: Maybe it’ll end up like the lupine {chuckling under her breath}. Probably good to keep a watchful eye on it but I think Mom learned her lesson with the lupines.

Wilson: When we were out and about recently, we came across this little beauty that Mum had to photograph. It was near the giraffe that I wanted to see up close but Mum warned me it’s guarded by a rather inhospitable chap of a dog so she took a quick pic and we left. Commonly known as moon carrot, Sesli gummiferum, and is easy to grow with its silvery-blue and lacy foliage. It’s a biennial that remains a basal rosette the first year and then grows a thick flower stalk in the second year that bears many pale pink flowers which are clustered in large, flat umbels. The blooms are continuous from midsummer through fall and grows in either full sun or part shade, isn’t fussy about the soil and adapts to moderate or low watering regimes. Because it’s a biennial; two years completes its life cycle so any future generations need to be assured with seeds, then Mother Nature is bound to do the rest.

Moon carrot

Elsa: Oooh, pretty. And speaking of pretty, I heard you found a rather unusual rose.

Wilson: We did. This one is special for Rosy. I think she’ll appreciate it.

Flowers, Rose

Elsa: I’m sure she will, big guy. That’s very thoughtful of you. Well that about does it for us this weekend. We hope you have a fabulous weekend. To all our friends on the East Coast, please stay safe as Hurricane (now tropical cyclone) Debby moves through your region. We’re thinking of you and hoping you are dry and well. Have a great weekend.

Wilson: Yes, what she said. ⬆️ Cheerio, mates.

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Nature Friday ~ August 2, 2024

Hello mates, Wilson here. Today is the first Friday of August. There are 51 days until the official arrival of autumn and for those of you who enjoy Halloween, 90 days until the fun day. As always, we’re joining those cute little guys over at Adventures of the LLB Gang. So let’s get right to it, shall we?

Elsa: Hey…what are you doing?

Wilson: Mum asked me if I’d host today since she and I took the pictures last Sunday after you had your walk.

Elsa: Oh yeah, right. Ok, Knock yourself out…I’m going back to sleep. You realize it’s still dark outside right now?

Wilson: Righto…but it needs to get done before it gets too hot and there are a bunch of photos which will take some time to load and make ready. Mum has had a busy week and wasn’t able until today to start working on today’s post. I doubt I’ll be able to get it done before we need to leave for our early morning walk-about but am trying to get started. Wish me luck!

Elsa:  💤 💤💤

Wilson: Umm, looks like she was serious about going back to sleep. Oh well. Let’s get started. Last weekend was the annual Dragon Boat Races. We were busy on Saturday and missed the opening which I understand is a big deal with the event being a huge celebration of Asian culture but we decided to check it out on Sunday morning. I must say, I’ve never seen anything quite like it back in Missouri but being devoted to my Mum, I thought, why not. We arrived as the teams were setting up their tents and stretching to get ready for the race. There weren’t many visitors yet which suited Mum just fine. This event draws over 150,000 visitors over the course of a weekend and it gets pretty congested with people, pets, strollers, etc. The northeast entrance to Sloan’s Lake looked quite promising to my stomach with several food trucks greeting us. I wanted to get a closer look but Mum was didn’t want to dally and kept me moving along. The water stations were ready for {yet} another hot day with sunny conditions so we decided to check out the teams and the rest of the festival.

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Wilson:  We found the team assembly area and it was abuzz. We wandered around watching people stretch, meet for strategy sessions and pep talks and the taking of their team photos. Mum thought the teams were more numerous and bigger this year.

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Wilson: Mum giggled about the team name “Blazing Paddles.” Sometimes I don’t understand her sense of humor but Elsa assured me it was ok. I can only rely on her experience for matters like this.

Elsa: Wha…yawn…did you call me? Is it time for us to go on our walk now?

Wilson: Crikey…I actually am beginning to see a spot of sunlight so right, we best start out. I’ll finish this when I get back.

Wilson: Well, we’re back and I’ll try to get this wrapped up now. As you can tell, it was a bright clear day. The recent weather conditions have contributed to a city wide advisory about blue algae blooms on all lakes. It’s was so bad at Sloan’s Lake, there was even a fish die off.

Elsa: Boy I bet all those million dollar homes surrounding the lake were pretty cheesed off with the smell of rotting fish in the area.

Wilson: Well, can you blame them?

Sloan's Lake

Wilson: Mum wouldn’t let me get near the lake to check things out more closely. Even the cattails were out of bounds. A poor bloke can’t even get a sniff, eh, Mum?

Elsa: Yo House Pony, Mom is just keeping your best interests at heart. Be grateful. You do not want the digestive issues that come from being in contact with that stuff!

Wilson: This year the dock the teams used to get into their boats was segregated from visitors. We couldn’t get very close to inspect the boats.

Dragon Boat Races

Wilson: After a bit of strategic positioning, Mum was able to capture this view but that was as close as it got.

Dragon Boat Races

Elsa: It bears repeating for the umpteenth time, Mom needs to bring her big camera with her for stuff like that.

Wilson: Now that’s ironic, she said the exact same thing! But carrying it and keeping me from squirrel hunting tends to make her rethink that so we’ll see the next time.

Elsa: I’m just saying…

Wilson: Since we couldn’t get close enough to easily see the start of the first race, we decided to head down toward the finish line. Before we got there, we went toward the boat launch to see that view. Not great, but I did get to see a Cormorant bird take off from the launch.

Sloan's Lake

Elsa: Mom calls those guys the aerial submarines of Sloan’s Lake since they dive into the lake to feed and come up yards away. Hope the birds of Sloan’s Lake aren’t impacted by the algae and fish die-off.

Wilson: Me too. I like watching them fly over the lake. Well here’s the winner of the first heat grabbing the flag. Mum is always amazed how they manage to scramble up to the head of the dragon and extend their body to grab the finish flag first.

Dragon Boat Races

Elsa: Can’t help but wonder if anyone falls in while reaching?

Wilson: Wait…what? Why in the world would you even contemplate something like that?

Elsa: Hey, it happens!

Wilson: {dubiously shaking his head} I think, dear sister, you are slightly demented.

Elsa: Hey it’s a reasonable thought. Don’t get all sanctimonious on me Land Hippo!

Wilson: {ignoring the pejorative} Mum learned the theme for this year apparently was the Year of the Wooden Dragon. There was a contest for artists to submit their best depiction. This year’s winner was a student from Rocky Mountain College of Art & Design, Markiey Fantonial. Formerly a premed student, Markiey couldn’t resist the call to satisfy his creative spirit. From his bio at the Colorado Dragon Boat Festival website,  Mum found this explanation: “His vision for the contest was a fusion of diverse influences, weaving together the intricate beauty of Asian art, using the iconic imagery of Hokusai’s “Great Wave,” the vibrant energy of anime, and the nostalgic essence of his childhood memories. Each stroke of his design reflects a tapestry of cultural resonance and personal expression, drawing viewers into a world where tradition meets innovation, and imagination knows no bounds.” Pretty striking, huh?

Dragon Boat Races

Wilson: As we left the park, we came across the Wooden Boat outrigger which Mum really liked but was disappointed they probably uncovered for the opening ceremonies.

Dragon Boat Races

Wilson: We walked past the dragon tunnel and headed back home as temperatures began to soar. Mum would have like to found someone to chat about that outrigger but there wasn’t anyone nearby.

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Elsa: Whoa, that’s pretty cool. Thanks, House Pony. You ‘done good’ this week and I appreciate the extra beauty sleep. Before we go, I want to ask everyone to keep all those working the wildfire lines around Denver in their thoughts and prayers. You may have heard in the national news that Sunday was the last day we had clear skies as 4 fires broke out beginning on Monday. With hot, dry temperatures, gusty wind conditions and in some cases, steep terrain, those fires quickly expanded to include thousands of acres with the air quality in the metro area reached very unhealthy levels affecting everyone, not just conditions. The fire southwest of Denver is in an area where rattlesnakes have complicated efforts by keeping boots off the ground. They’re only able to use air tankers and helicopters to fight that one. Overall, one person has perished, a couple of firefighters were injured and numerous structures have been destroyed. Please send positive thoughts for all first responders as they work to contain these fires as Colorado burns. Have a good weekend and keep in mind that nature is quite cranky with us these days.

Pray for Colorado

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Happy 6th Barkday

Elsa: It’s a Saturday and with me posting here, I hope you aren’t freaked out. Yeah, I know, it’s weird but there’s a good reason. Today is the House Pony’s 6th Barkday. Mom asked me if I wanted to host a ‘paw-ty’ and being the sweet girl I am {giggle, I know, I could hardly stop guffaw-ing even thinking about it), I agreed.

Wilson Birthday

Wilson: Aww, you love me…she actually loves me. {butt wiggling} Thanks, Ninja.

Elsa: Whoa, whoa, whoa…umm, let’s not go all Sally Fields on me, ok? I’m still just a tad leery of being in close proximity around you. I mean, you know…boy cooties and all. This is probably the closest I’ve been next to you in a while so just be grateful. But don’t get any bright ideas like this is gonna be a ‘thang’ cuz I’m a Ninja and well, we Ninjas live in shadows. Got it? That’s why Mom can never get a good pic of me-I blend in too well and you rarely, if ever, see any details in my face.

Wilson: Oh, I thought it was because Mum’s not the best photographer around {mom wincing but nodding her head in agreement}. Well, I still appreciate your efforts and the good wishes. You’re making me feel loved and that’s all that matters. So…wanna come to my paw-ty and nosh on the goodies Mum’s making?

Elsa: Umm, yeah, no. I was taking a nap when Mom asked me if I wanted some watermelon and I actually turned up my nose.

Wilson: Blasphemy! How can you turn down such a tasty treat? Mum used her doggo cookie cutters and everything and had watermelon juice running down her arms. I mean…come on! It’s a paw-ty!

Elsa: Nope, it’s hot and those candles kinda wigged me out so paw-ty hardy, pal. You like the attention…go for it!

Wilson: Well if you insist. Let’s see…I guess I’m supposed to make a wish, right?

Wilson Birthday

Wilson: {continuing} Umm, let’s see…I want this wish to come true. I know, I got it! I want treats all weekend!

Elsa: {eyes rolling} You’re not very original, are you?

Wilson: Well, what else would you suggest? I mean, Mum already plays with me, she takes me for pawsome walks around the neighborhood, and she is making sweet potato jerky which I just know I’m going to love. And…and…she’s making pupcakes for later this weekend…I mean what else could a guy possibly wish for on his…

Elsa: {interrupting} Do you ever equate the good life with something other than food?

Wilson: {gasp!} Without food?! {head cocked} What’s the point of that? That doesn’t sound very fun.

Elsa: Whatever…you do you, ok? But while you’re at it, please make it a great birthday, okay? I’ve got street cred that needs to be preserved. Don’t want anyone to think I can’t do birthday celebrations.

Wilson: I promise. And thanks for the birthday wishes. Now, let’s cut up that watermelon and get this paw-ty started.

Wilson birthday

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Monday Musings ~ July 15, 2024

Monday smiles

Here we are again. It’s hard to be enthusiastic about setting another record breaking day…but hopefully it will be the last one for a while. We hope everyone had a good weekend, stayed as cool as possible as well as hydrated and that this week is kinder and more gentle to you. The countdown for a cool front to arrive is on to which we say…yes please.

Have a great day and an even better week. Happy Monday.

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Nature Friday ~ July 12, 2024

Stone heart DBGHappy Friday peeps and welcome to this week’s edition of Nature Friday where we join our pals Rosy and Sunny from Adventures of the LLB Gang. Elsa here and Imma ready to dish the latest from the summer of hell. It’s not that it’s been bad mind you, but for the love of all that’s holy, could it get any hotter? For the record, that’s just a rhetorical question. Of course it can be hotter. Just remember this Ninja life observation, House Pony…”things are never so bad, they can’t get worse.”

Wilson: Oy, don’t tell me that. I was hoping we could maybe  catch a break on the relentless hot temps that have played out from sea to shining sea.

Elsa: Sorry dude, I just report the news/weather, I don’t create it. But yeah-no…nature decided she was going to pay us a few days visit with gifts. As in recording breaking triple digits. You know what that feels like on a black dog?!

Wilson: You have my sympathies, little sister. But I’m sure our readers are sick of hearing us whine about the heat. We’re all over it. Mum keeps checking a special calendar she has every day and told me we’re ‘just’ 71 days from the official arrival of autumn. She actually cheers now with each passing day as the number is getting smaller. I’m a dog; I live in the present so it kind of passes over me.

Elsa: Yeah, me too…I’m a big proponent of living in the here and now but think I might be tempted as that number gets a lot smaller. Still it kind of dovetails with what’s going on in the urban garden right now. We seem to be in a bit of a transition. All the pretty late spring/early summer blooms are now history and, at least in our garden, not a whole lot is very pretty or blooming much although I will note the Plumbago is starting to set it’s pretty little blue flowers and Mom even found a couple of leaves that were turning mahogany. She thought it was a few weeks early and couldn’t help wondering if that’s a sign that we’ll have an early autumn. This is after all, a La Niña year. Oh sure, the coreopsis, yarrow and the last remains of the Bachelor Buttons are blooming and the Russian Sage is making a colorful splash throughout the neighborhood but our garden is in a bit of transition now.

Wilson: What the bloody devil is a La Niña year? Is this related to El Niño?

Elsa: Well, I’m glad you asked. A La Niña year is when winter temperatures are warmer than normal in the South and cooler than normal in the North. La Niña can also lead to a more severe hurricane season, as evidenced by Hurricane Beryl that pounded Texas earlier this week and still has a million people without power.

Wilson: Gosh, sounds so ominous. I know Mum has been worried about her daughter who lives in the Houston area and who’s been without power all week long. As of last night, the hope was that the power will be restored by midnight tonight. So what’s the difference between La Niña and El Niño?

Elsa:  El Niño is the opposite of La Niña. According to NOAA, during La Niña events, “trade winds are even stronger than usual, pushing more warm water toward Asia. Off the west coast of the Americas, with seawater levels increasing, bringing cold, nutrient-rich water to the surface. winter temperatures are warmer than normal in the South and cooler than normal in the North. La Niña can also lead to a more severe hurricane season. These cold waters in the Pacific push the jet stream northward. This tends to lead to drought in the southern U.S. and heavy rains and flooding in the Pacific Northwest and Canada.

La Niña graphic

Wilson: Fascinating. Thanks for the meteorology lesson.

Elsa: Hey, that’s what I’m here for. So let’s share the pics Mom took this week. I’m giving her a pass on the few photos because of the heat. I’m not completely heartless.

Wilson: Quite sporting of you, mate. So she and I walk past this corner garden every day. The garden itself is somewhat nondescript as gardens go, it’s a bit wild and jungle-y. And now that the allium have finished blooming the gardener had a brilliant idea to bring some color and attention to that corner space. Mum watercolored it for today’s header. Here’s what it looks like for real.

Allium

Elsa: Whoa…that is pretty clever! I see what you mean about the jungle but I do like that ceramic piglet on the bench. And I see there is an Oregon grape (holly-leaved barberry) plant there too, along with some other plants.

Allium

Wilson: You know I’ve never noticed that pig statute before. I’m always more interested in the tree rats that live there. Mum always grips my leash tightly as we walked past.

Elsa: Well gosh, I wonder why? Could it be that her shoulders are shot and she’s tired of becoming a human kite?

Wilson: {blushing} Sorry, I just can’t help myself. I am beginning to focus a bit more on the numerous bunnies that have populated our neighborhood. Boy, are they ever fast! And wily too. They deke so much better than squirrels. Even the babies. They could make a kite run much more interesting…er I mean a side hunt.

Elsa: {eyes rolling} Are you trying to kill our Mom?

Wilson: Certainly not. I’m just a victim of canine instincts. But I have to protect my Mum.

Elsa: Protect is one thing…your homicidal critter chasing is something else. You gotta remember you’re a herder, not a hunting dog!

Wilson: I know, I know…but I can’t help it if they jump out in front of me and startle us both, can I?

Elsa: Just focus on sheep, pal, okay and leave the squirrels and rabbits to the hunting dogs. Or better yet, just learn to ignore them. Does that work for ya?

Wilson: Umm, I’ll try. But can’t make any promises.

Elsa: Well, If wishes were horses, beggars would ride, I say. What else you got, House Pony?

Wilson: Well, you know how Mum has been battling the nasty wasps that keep hanging around our solar fountain. Well it’s been good practice because she’s trained her eyes to find bees on milkweed as well as that beautiful globe thistle that’s currently blooming.

Milkweed

Globe Thistle

Wilson: I’ve been trying to catch bees as well but Mum has managed to deter my laser like moves here as well. Sometimes, she takes the fun out of our walks.

Elsa: Oh lord. You’re gonna get stung and then maybe you’ll learn to leave them alone. They’re the kind of pollinators we like in the garden…like those pretty Swallowtail butterflies.

Wilson: You mean they bite? Crikey…maybe I should rethink biting them.

Elsa: What else you got, dude? Something I hope that doesn’t involve turning Mom into a kite or provides you with a tiny snack.

Wilson: Oooh, did you say snack? Mum’s potted cherry tomatoes are beginning to ripen. She told me under no circumstances was I to go near them. Luckily they don’t really appeal to me so I’ve been good not trying to nosh on them.

Cherry tomato

Elsa: Mom was so excited to see that little spot of reddish goodness. I think she even drooled a little. She babies her potted tomato plants and works hard to keep the neighborhood critters who shall remain nameless away from them. I think she said they cost about $20 a pound after it’s all said and done. Still, she enjoys them saying there’s nothing half as tasty at the grocery store.

Wilson: Well that’s everything I have for this week, Ninja. I guess we’re gonna be spending a lot of time in the cool comfort of the house which means lots of naps. I don’t know about you, but I’m okay with that.

Wilson & Elsa

Elsa: Naps? Oh yeah, put me down for lots of naps in air conditioned bliss. Whatever you do for the weekend, we hope you stay hydrated and enjoy catching slices of Mother Nature early before she gets a head of hot steam going. Have a great weekend!

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