It’s Farm to Fork week in my town, and one of the biggest events was a dinner on Tower Bridge. The bridge was shut down all day to prepare for the 600 guests who would be dining on locally grown foods that evening.
So, I’ve been adopted by a pigeon. He (she?) has decided to hang up his racing wings and just live at my place full time. He’s molting right now (apparently this is the time of year that pigeons do that here), so he is sporting what looks like little spikes all over his head.
The fiery skippers have been loving these violas lately. I have a habit of collecting near dead plants from the neighborhood 99 cent store and trying to bring them back to life. These violas are my latest rescue.