BUBBLE! (Mundane Monday Challenge)

Yesterday afternoon, I walked around the neighborhood and our backyard to take some pictures. The afternoon was wearing on, my feet were getting tired, and I have not found anything that caught my fancy. Lamenting the lack of nice objects to photograph, I headed back to the house until I noticed one shiny bubble, the size of a plum, sitting on the ground. Although I was puzzled about its origin, and although the light was fading, I lowered myself and took several shots.

The first photo was a straightforward shot, with the camera on or very close to the ground and pointed straight towards the bubble.

After several pictures, I noticed that some areas above the bubble were still lit by the setting sun. For the second picture, I angled the lens upwards to catch some wall or maybe, sky. I would have loved to take another shot but when I refocused my camera, the bubble was gone. I think, even if only the top of the bubble is showing, I like the second picture better.

Anyway, when I got home and after some inquiry, I learned that one of my sons was responsible for the bubble on the grass. I knew that the oldest and youngest were briefly in the yard while I was out there too. I was surprised though that the bubble stayed for a relatively long time on the grass.

Trablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge #129


On the yard of the apartment we lived in years ago was a lush hydrangea bearing baby blue flowers. So entranced was I by the blue huge bouquet of flowers that I took a cutting of the plant when we moved to our own house.  After a couple of years, the cutting itself turned into a flower-bearing plant.  It did not, however, produce the blue I was hoping for.  Having read a little about changing a hydrangea’s colors and learning that acidic soil yielded the  hue that I desired, I added all the used coffee granules I could around our hydrangea plant and anxiously awaited that summer’s blooms.  To my dismay, the plant yielded both pink and blue (and even purplish) flowers.  Never had our plants bloomed all blue flowers and I stopped hoping for an all blue flush since then.  This year, as usual, our bushes yielded mixed colors – some stems  blue, some stems pink, some stems had both.

Arguably, the blue of our hydrangea leans towards purple and for Dutch’s Photo’s Tuesday Photo Challenge – Blue, and even for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge ( Color Beginning with B) may not make the cut.  However, if we look at this as a periwinkle blue, which also is a color in the blue spectrum, I’d say that the hydrangea flowers acquit themselves well.


And if a kind of blue is not enough, I include the above picture that is specially blue (but admittedly not the sad kind) 🙂 with a little disclaimer that I am in no way advertising the owner of the bucket’s trademark. 🙂




My five year old boy so wanted to have sunflowers in the garden.  So one late spring day, we planted several seeds in a pot.

Five of them sprouted but two promptly died because we went on a vacation and the soil dried out.

Three survived and one of them is tall enough and healthy enough to produce a bud.  Another one is thinking about flowering, but the third one is still little.  It may not be big enough to flower before summer is over.  But my boy is happy to have this sunflower opening its petals in the garden.


for Trablogger’s Mundane Monday # 123

WPC:  Corner   Don’t you love all those sunflower corners?  🙂


When i thought of things or activities that give (me) satisfaction, gardening was among the first to come to mind.  Every aspect of it – from preparing the soil, to digging, to choosing the plants, even weeding, give me immense pleasure.

Our zucchini plants are starting to produce and sometimes, we have more than we can eat.

Perhaps the joy comes primarily from   the expectation that something good will come out of my labor.  To some extent, I compare the joyful expectancy to a mother expecting to see the baby in her womb, or to see her children grow into beautiful, mature persons.  I find myself visiting the garden everyday to see how much the plants have grown; be sad when pests eat the leaf; rejoice when I see the flowers or the first fruits.  How fulfilling it is to pick the mature fruits.  They make all the effort worth it.

To vary the way we serve zucchini at home, we tried making zucchini bread. This recipe – https://butterwithasideofbread.com/best-ever-zucchini-bread/ – turned out to be excellent, notwithstanding the use of nutmeg, a spice I am quite wary of. My zucchini-averse children loved it.

I can only think of one thing more satisfying than harvesting the fruits, and that is, eating them.



P.S.  – Shameless plug

In my photo-poetry page, MY WALL, I write about the satisfaction that comes from beholding a wildflower. 🙂


What is a rose without its fragrance? Just another flower – with thorns! – perhaps.  I cannot think of a rose separated from its  distinctive scent.  That was why, when I had the chance to have a little flower garden and to indulge my dream of having a rose garden (still a dream!),  scent was a big consideration in my choice.


I think that there are about 16 rose plants in the garden, all in varying degree of health.  I humor myself by blaming our heavy clay soil for the roses’ poor performance.   While all of the roses are beautiful, some of them simply stand out because they have a head turning fragrance.  Here are five of the most fragrant roses in our garden:

5.  Oklahoma Rose

Oklahoma Rose

4.   Tamora Rose

Tamora Rose

3. Peace Roses

Peace Roses

I cannot decide between the next two, so I declare it a tie –

2-1. Velvet Fragrance

Velvet Fragrance Rose

Frederic Mistral

Frederic Mistral Rose

I can assure you, that all of the roses, especially  Velvet Fragrance and Frederic Mistral, will stand a smell test anywhere.  Their sweet perfume will stand out anywhere.  As for the yellow rose above, it is Golden Celebration. It is milder than the five mentioned above but is very especial for being yellow. 🙂



Apart from warmer temperatures and prettier sights, one of the main reasons I so look forward to spring is being able to garden again.   As the weather warms, I begin to think of plants I want to have in the garden in addition to our staples: tomatoes,  herbs, and pepper.  This year, we got broccoli, chard, kale that survived winter, lettuce, and zucchini.

Prior to planting,  my husband and older children tilled the garden soil.  We also  added composted manure  and epsom salt.   Then the fun part began: selecting the plants, digging the dirt, and planting.   I gave the plants what I thought was enough space.   Unfortunately, I always underestimate how big each plant can grow.  Perhaps, it is the combination of good soil and  plant-suitable weather,  the plants on the ground are lush and healthy.  The zucchini plants are producing well – something that had not happened before.  On the other hand, the cucumbers are vigorous and  invading the tomatoes’ and peppers’ territories.

The soil (and weather) must have been that good that the Golden Celebration rose that I moved from our flower garden where it was struggling to stay alive, is also doing well even if it has asparagus, zucchini, and cucumber for company.  I am just so glad that it is alive and healthier.  I have never seen this plant with this many stems and leaves.

The vegetables are flowering and already showing little fruits. Weather and other conditions permitting, I am looking forward to  a fruitful summer and even fall.



While not as storied or old as The London Bridge or The Golden Gate Bridge, Boston’s Zakim’s Bridge or Bunker Hill Bridge still counts as iconic as the other two. The bridge reminds one of Boston, as word Boston itself brings to mind an image of a cable-held bridge leading a traveler to and from the city over River Charles.

The rare times we go through Boston when we travel up north, I look forward to crossing the bridge and looking at the scenery around it. Taking a picture through a windshield while passing through the bridge is not the way to capture the grandeur of this bridge but the bridge still impresses even in a simple camera phone shot.

WPC:  Bridge

Compared to the grandeur and span of this bridge, my other entry, a little footbridge, offers a stark contrast.


There is something utterly enchanting about the glow of the lowering sun. It casts everything in bronze and make even the most ordinary of thins like a tiny bug and grass flowers mesmerizing. I find myself looking forward to late afternoons to watch the treetops and the leaves glow in the afternoon sunlight.


Weekly Photo Challenge – Magic

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