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Perhaps it was simply an accident. Perhaps it was a deliberate act. No evidence was uncovered, though a thorough search of the garden was made. The missing was never found; the victim not made whole. Was this a bungled attempt at Murder Most Fowl?

Rather than play at sleuthing, the Hittys Hana and Agapanthus performed a Mission of Mercy for the old stone rooster and provided him, until such time that proper care could be rendered, with a somewhat piratical prosthesis and cozy beak-warmer.

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Brave Hana balances carefully as she adjusts the prosthetic beak.

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As always, many thanks to the Sweet Home Hittys of Vestavia Hills!

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Hitty Hana, a friend from Northeast Alabama, and Hitty Dani spent a happy hour in the garden of the Sweet Home Hittys investigating the statuary and enjoying the first signs of Spring.

Love Lift Us Up 2

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And he said, ‘This explains why a man leaves his father and mother and is joined to his wife, and the two are united into one.

Matthew 19:5

Out beyond the edge of town, the fields are the brilliant green of an early Alabama Spring. The roads loop lazily through the farmlands, past roadside produce stands still closed from the previous season, past the small herds of cattle, grazing happily on grass damp from a morning rain. A quick turn onto a barely visible snake trail bumps along the fence line, through the gate, over the pasture and bush-hogged blackberry brambles to The Wedding Tree.

Wedding Tree

The Wedding Tree in Winter

The old tree had leafed gloriously in the short weeks before this special day and provided a welcome shade for the gathering of friends and family. Boys twitching in their bow ties and girls in their lace waited until vows and kisses were exchanged before shoes were removed; the bride’s sparkling heels lasted hardly longer.

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Spring freshens and renews.

New season, new family, new life.

Natalie's Wedding 2

The closest a wooden doll can get to catching a bouquet.

It seemed appropriate to Hitty Agapanthus that a tree should have an important role in the life of this new family. After all, she, herself, was her very own family tree. She knew the virtue of good wood, strong and supportive, but able to bend when the storms batter and to rejoice in the seasons as they come and go. Agapanthus heartily wished firm roots to the happy couple and to a life reaching towards Heaven under a blue Alabama sky.

Congratulations and Very Best Wishes!

 

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Blossoming!

Blossoming!

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Spring

Celebrating the First Day of Spring in the Korean Pear Tree

Celebrating the First Day of Spring in the Korean Pear Tree

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And if a stranger sojourn with thee in your land, ye shall not vex him.

But the stranger that dwelleth with you

Shall be unto you as one born among you,

And you shalt love him as thyself; for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt:

I am the LORD your God.

Leviticus 19: 33 & 34

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Dainty Wood Hyacinths

Winter’s chill had slipped back into the garden.  It seemed to Miss Hickory that cold and warm played hide-and-go-seek throughout this month of March. The garden itself had tired of  Winter and had boldly proclaimed an end. Daffodils trumpeted the arrival of Spring. Azaleas dressed themselves in the brightest pinks, purples and shades between. Not to be outdone, dainty wood hyacinths made a brave showing around the garden shed. As well as buds and blossoms, birds were arriving in great numbers.

The local residents  celebrated Spring with renewed song and fresh nest-building.  Miss Hickory worked throughout the Winter providing seed and suet to the garden birds: the cardinals, sparrows, wrens and finches. The change of seasons also brought welcome visitors and singular passers-by.  A robin has spent some little time investigating the privet hedge and fruit trees this year, before deciding to continue northward with her fellows. Miss Hickory had hoped she would stay and produce a nest-full of bright blue eggs. Upon occasion, Red-headed Woodpeckers would poke around the upper reaches of  The Pecan. It was an inviting place, her garden, thought Miss Hickory. At least she strove to make it that way.

When the black birds with the sleek brown heads first arrived, Miss Hickory did not recognize the new-comers, but was anxious to be hospitable. She inquired of the locals about whom these strangers might be. “Cowbirds”, they chirped, warbled or shrieked. Dismayed, Miss Hickory knew that Cowbirds did not enjoy a good reputation among the bird-loving Big Folk. She understood that Big Folk thought their nesting habits questionable and their approach to family life suspect. Still, they were sojourners in her garden, and whether they chose to stay or continue the journey, she knew she must try to make them welcome.

After filling the bird-feeders, Miss Hickory scattered seed on the thick layer of leaves under the hedge.  She observed that Cowbirds preferred to forage on the ground. They seemed to be amiable dining companions, having  no objection to lunching with the Blackbirds and Grackles. That surely was something in their favor.

Azaleas dressed themselves in the brightest pink.

Azaleas dressed themselves in the brightest pinks.

The litter under her wooden toes muffled the small sound of her footsteps.  She crept through the hedge and looked across the expanse of the yard.  The garden continues under the fence, Miss Hickory thought, but beyond I do not call it “my garden”, but “another’s”.  Beyond the fence, I could be called a stranger. Yet the land did not stop for fences, for creeks or rivers, nor even for vast seas. It was all one land. We really are all one family, then, she pondered: the neighbor and the stranger; those we love and those we have not yet learned to love.  “We all share the one great garden”, Miss Hickory said, with understanding.  Shiny brown heads peered down at her through the privet. Miss Hickory turned her nut-head upwards and smiled.

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Teddy Bear yates- the quiet life of a companion teddybear

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