This is a typical Texas spring morning. It is 7am and this coolness on the air will last approximately 2 hours if we are lucky. I walk outside with my camera to capture the early morning light on the patio, put my camera down, then shout out in delight.
I can see this mass of white where no white was last night. The Echinopsis has flowered again, this time with all the flowers opening in unison.
What could me more beautiful. A closer encounter brings a faint waft of perfume. It will be but a brief flowering. By tonight the blooms will have faded and will hang down from their wilted stalks.
Not so pretty a sight came when I walked to the potting shed. I caught another sight of something that wasn't there last night. A dead baby opossum on the top of one of the beds.
I don't think that he was casually walking through the garden and upped and died. I think he fell from the sky, dropped by an owl during the night. This is the second time I have found a dead animal in the veg. garden. The last time it was a rat. He has a wound on his side which reinforces my belief.
Just another hum-drum day in a Texas garden!
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