Scenes from River Street.

River Street 

Savannah Georgia

Tiny Spider in my Truck.

Hanging by his thread 

from the overhead.

I took these with a pocket camera.

I'm sure they are beneficial. 

Why would they exist if they were not.

Certainly not to scare the life out of

"Little Miss Muffet"

Storks in Flight

You must be quick !

 A face only a mother could Love.

Insect

Stick Bug.

Not Stink bug.

Bugs. This bug can devour
up to three teenagers a day.
That's why they never finish
cutting the grass. 

Taking a break from working in my yard.

I noticed something on my pant leg. I

took my pocket camera from my pocket

and started snapping. I never finished

the yard work.

 Wow! Can I pass the time of day.

No one can waste time like me.
Not even three teenagers. 

Busy as Bees.

Watch the Bees and

You will understand

what "Busy as a Bee" means.

 It seems they never stop.

And they are content to

bury themselves in their work.

Spring, it will not last.

But it will return,

Praise GOD.

Spring is a Lady.

Spring Puts it on,

Like a Lady, Beautiful.

Boring Bee like Insect.

Insects, Bees ?

 Discovered these insects working at these 

pencil sized holes in the ground. I'm not sure 

if they were boring the holes, clearing out the

holes, or going after some other insect for food.

 These first three are the same worker, positioned different.

The bare ground was covered with these pencil 

sized holes but not many Bee, insect workers.

Azaleas and Bridal Wreath Blooming

Is it Spring Yet ?

Brilliant Colors

Make you Smile.

Bridal Wreath Blooming

Buds at the ready.

Azaleas Blooming

Oh, Wow !!

It is, Spring ! 

Wood Pecker, in Magnolias

Colin Tuckett

Woodpecker.

Rhythmic tympani of woodland symphony,
His search for lunch in Quercus branch
Ads music to a forest glade.
Dawn's chorus would the poorer be
Without his insistent cacophony.

Jordan J

Ode to Woodpeckers

O Woodpecker

With your pecking beak

Peck upon a tree

For food to eat.
( Please don't peck holes in my telephone pole )

The Wood Pecker pecked out a little round hole
And made him a  house in the telephone pole.

One day when I watched he poked out his head,
And he had on a hood and collar of red.

When the streams of rain pour out of the sky,
and the sparkles of lightening go flashing by

and the big, big wheels of thunder roll,
He can snuggle back in the telephone pole.
Elizabeth Madox Roberts.

."Each flower is a soul opening out to nature."
Gerald De Nerval
Azaleas are blooming.