Welcome back to Sunday Selections!
This once-a- week-meme was originally begun by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, as a way to showcase some of the many photos we all take, but don't get around to showing on our blogs.
The rules are very simple:-
1. post photos of your choice, old or new, under the Sunday Selections title
2. link back to me, River, somewhere in your post
3. leave me a comment so that I know you've joined in and can come over and see what you've posted.
4. hop on over to TheElephant’s Child to see more of her wonderful photos.
Kath and Andrew often join in as well, although Kath has been quite busy lately and unable to join us.
There are several other participants now though:
Jackie K at WorkingThrough It
Gillie at RandomThoughts From Abroad
I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I'm continuing with some photos of the gardens surrounding these flats I live in.
Not the whole garden, just the bit out the back by the clothesline this time.
I'd been out there putting garbage in my bin and saw this....
and here is the owner of this lovely construction. Rather pretty himself isn't he?
Just goes to show how little the clotheslines are used.
Reason one: the ground out there is uneven, cracked and holed. (It is supposed to be getting resurfaced....)
Reason two: clothes and/or other items have been known to disappear. Usually something that can't be identified as belonging to any specific person, such as pantyhose.
I only hang really large items out there, (sheets, quilt cover), that won't fit on my small fold-up camping line which lives in my closed in back porch.
Enough words! On with the pictures!
There is a vine that hangs over the fence out there from the yard next door (oops, more words...) and right now is is covered in hanging, tubular white flowers. Where the bees are having a wonderful time.
quite pretty, yes?
I have no idea what these are.
See the bee?As the flowers age and die, they turn a lovely buttery shade of yellow before dropping to the ground.
I love how ruffly they are, like flamenco petticoats.
Looking up higher.
This vine grows from below fence height (from the ground of course), all the way to the top of the tree supporting it.
Zooming in way up high now. Getting a crick in my neck.
there was a bee, but it buzzed off.
Hanging like Christmas ornaments.