When I posted the blog about all the stucco work being done to the house, there was a photo of the wall with the little face pots from the State of Michoacan and the Village of Tzinzunzhan. (If you say that fast, it
will sound like the wings of a hummingbird). I've been told that Tzinzunzhan means that in the Purepecha
language, the place of hummingbirds. It is a stunningly beautiful place.
One of the loyal readers commented and asked where they could find those face pots and I responded with the information above. Then, I started thinking about all the faces in the garden in various places. Most hold plants but a few, surprisingly, are alive.
see this magnificent butterfly. Quickly I backed away and hurried down two flights of stairs to get my camera in hopes of being able to photograph this lovely creature. It was still there when I returned and I snapped this photograph a little too quickly. Hence it is not a sharp image.
This lady came with me from Houston. She is so heavy that I have to scoot her rather then attempt to pick her up. I bought her at an auction at least twenty years ago. Watching her and the hummingbirds on the salvia is a gift every day.
He was carefully wrapped in a bunch of towels to make the trek here. He traveled by car - just to be safe. For a while he lived in the home of my daughter Jennifer's house in Houston. She adored him as much as I. That is one of the many reasons why he proudly stands in the main garden here in San Miguel which is in honor of Jennifer. In this garden, all the flowers are in white. A color she loved.
She has aged well. Better then me. I can see her from my bedroom as she resides now in the downstairs garden with mandevilla, bougainvillea and sprengeri fern surrounding her.
So, that's it. Never a worry that I'm lonely as a single woman. I have plenty of company all over the gardens and in view from the inside of the house. Now, if they could all talk, it would be a roar I'm afraid.
Thankfully not. They exist just because of their beauty. How nice..........