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Picturing 2014

The end of the year is a time for reflection, for looking back over the year almost gone and remembering. As a part of that process, I've been reviewing some of my blog posts of 2014 and the pictures that accompanied many of them. Here are some of my favorites, most of them from my own backyard.


January - American Goldfinches were everywhere in the garden and at the feeders, still dressed in their winter drab.

February - The leucojums, one of my favorite spring bulbs, were blooming. 

March - I saw and photographed my first Giant Swallowtail butterfly of the year in the garden.

April - Many of the amaryllises were in blossom.

May - The Eastern Bluebirds were already busy with their first family of chicks for the year. The first of three.

June - The Echinaceas were in full flower.

July - Dragonflies in many colors were everywhere! They filled the air of the garden in the late afternoons.  

August - The beautyberries were already ripening and the Northern Mockingbirds had already found them. 

September - The first of the Rufous Hummingbirds had returned and were happily feeding on the Hamelia blossoms.


October - One of my favorite backyard visitors was this little green treefrog.

November - The Whooping Cranes were returning to Aransas National Wildlife Refuge on the Gulf Coast, their winter home.

December - The Christmas cactus was in bloom, right on time. 

And there you have it - one version of my blogging year as told in pictures. Frankly, I've had a blast doing it! Thank you for sharing it with me. 

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  1. Fabulous review Dorothy. I've really enjoyed following your blog this year. Have a happy and healthy 2015.

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    1. Thank you for following and for taking the time to comment. I look forward to following your adventures in the new year!

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  2. Wonderful review Dorothy and you have so many fabulous visitors to your garden! The dragonfly, hummingbirds and tree frog photographs are all amazing. I am now officially following you as well even though I have already been enjoying your posts! Happy New Year 2015 to you!

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    1. Thank you, Lee, and a very happy New Year to you, too!

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  3. Great year in pictures, Dorothy. My favorites were the butterfly, dragonfly and treefrog.
    Happy New Year 2015!
    Regards.

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    1. Thanks, Carmen. I can't disagree with your favorites. And a happy New Year to you!

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  4. Wonderful Dorothy. Your garden is an inspiration. My garden blog stalled out in September when things started looking miserable. The seed catalogs have started arriving, so I'm getting in the mood to garden and blog about it again.

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    1. I love seed catalogs! They always make me dream big. Unfortunately, my garden never quite looks like the pictures in the catalogs or the magazines, but that won't stop me dreaming.

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  5. So delightful to see all your photos of wildlife, Dorothy. I don't think I've ever seen a dragonfly that color before--gorgeous! I'm sure it took you some time to sort through all your photos for this post; I know it took me awhile for mine, but it was fun looking back through the year and remembering all the special times. Wishing you another great year in the garden!

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    1. Yes, it is fun looking back and I enjoyed your year in review also. Let's hope 2015 is a good year for all of us in the garden.

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