Standing in place, not moving

Elaine, at A Woodland Journal,

used to find fairy trees.

Trees with tiny doors, for fairies.

I pass this tree often, and decided it's a goblin tree.

Not a wicked goblin, but a mischievous goblin.

See him yet?

Actually, I believe he's rather benign.

Toadstools nearby for his fairy friends.

Here's a house on the same road.

The stones fascinate me (of course).

The low arch on the left leads somewhere.

So many stones!

Something espaliered along the brick wall.

These branches are spaced every few feet.

I'll keep an eye on them.

It is a beautiful day, after the storm overnight,

so I turned down Elm Street.

Every Midwestern town needs an Elm Street.

Front porch rockers:

Banner on the porch.

Don't miss the tree swing.

The postman.

I cannot pass the flower tower

and not want to stick my camera into it.

It's growing down.

Peonies ready to burst open.

The new allium are open and satisfactorily round.

And this is a mystery bulb.

There are quite a few, from the bag of a hundred assorted we planted last fall.

Multi flowers on a single stem. Yellow. No idea.

And, I am ready, with the doctor, to pronounce the radio frequency ablation

a complete failure.

Rats.