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Many practical homeowners in Denver, Colorado eschew the traditional grass lawn in favor of xerophytic garden or ground covers with highlights of colorful flowers. And, many of the gardens are spectacular.
We stayed in a beautiful 126-year old Airbnb rental home with not a blade of grass in front of the home. But the blooming ground covers and brilliant poppies, growing in the shade of the tall trees, were wonderful to behold.
It was on the Calgary News an video of the Cougar is on the web!
"Cougar comes for a visit at Calgary-area home | CTV Calgary News"
Homeowner Dan Tomie spotted the beautiful animal lounging about on the patio and decided to take some close-ups through the window.
The whole encounter lasted about a half-hour before the cougar decided the show was over.
Mr Dan Tomie did forward the photos to the Home Owner’s ,so they could warn other residents about the feline visitor.
I was lucky to be able to go and see a very rare bird that’s been visiting someone’s yard south of Calgary all winter. Northern Mockingbirds don’t occur in Alberta so he’s attracted quite a bit of attention. After about 30 mins waiting in the -27c cold he turned up to drink from the heated feeder the kind homeowner has provided for him.
Just because I love finding Halloween decorated houses & yards
Am not sure you can see them but these homeowners even put smaller skeletons in each of the windows flower boxes
Managed to get a close up of this when sitting on the homeowners front wall.
Better viewed large and thank you for your favourites. :)
"Dandelions are masters of survival. They can take root in places that seem little short of miraculous, and then are impossible to get rid of, as homeowners have found. But why is this plant so hard to kill? It’s because they are fast growers. The sunny yellow flowers go from bud to seed in days. Their lifespan is long, too – an individual plant can live for years, so the dandelion lurking in a corner of the playground might be older than the children running past it. The roots sink in deeper over the years, and can go down 15 feet.
Like the Hydra who sprouted two new heads for every one that was cut off, the roots clone when divided; a one-inch bit of dandelion root can grow a whole new dandelion. Dandelion leaves can shove their way though gravel and cement, and thrive in barren habitats."
More information can be found at... www.mofga.org/resources/weeds/ten-things-you-might-not-kn...
The proud homeowner saw me taking photos and invited me to come into the yard to get a closer look. I declined but appreciated the invitation which tells of his glee in his decorating skills. He was pleased that I noted the changes in his annual display.
More from Saturdays Calwood fire.
Overnight from Saturday to Sunday we had drizzle and cold temperatures that help beat down the fire but still many homes were lost. From the origin site to what you see here is about 10 miles as the crow flies. I just can't imagine what those homeowners on the foothills you see even suspect when they woke up Saturday morning they would lose their house just a few hours later. If you're not a believer in global warming, here is a stark proof.
Fozzie: “Did you know that my cat owns this house?”
Miss Piggy: “No, I didn’t know that.”
Fozzie: “That’s why the word ‘homeowner’ has ‘meow’ in it.”
These homeowners have created landscaping on their country property as beautiful as just about any that I have seen. I paused here on May 16, 2018 for some photos while returning home from the Big Boy Cruise-in at nearby Brooklyn, a pleasant small town in southeast Michigan's Jackson County.
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No dark cloud on the horizon daunts you when you know you own a home to share with someone you are in love with
Homeowner has fright? Hmm...I'll have to work on that one!
After 2 trips during the early part of the storm on Saturday, I vowed not to leave the house again. I crocheted the rest of the day while listening to the Nutcracker on vinyl and drinking bourbon spiked hot chocolate.
After I was already in bed, I realized I had to get something out of the car. I'm glad I was forced to go out because the sky was this amazing shade of orange and everything was coated in ice. The wind was blowing the trees sounded like a million ice cubes clinking in a glass. It was magical.
Homeowners and landscaping contractors drop off trailerloads of broken limbs and fallen branches at Dripping Springs Ranch Park on Monday, February 13th, 2023 in the aftermath of Winter Storm Mara.
DEAR HONORABLE PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA,
The pictured above realtor signage are engulfing my street and neighborhood.
PLEASE, Sir, place on the agenda an urgency and high priority of HOUSING ECONOMICS, so that the young and the retired senior citizen homeowners can stay in their prized possessions....their hard owned homes.
Thank you.
Below, is one the many sad scenes that I have witnessed this year. Please let me share it with you.
Thank you for your compassion, and congratulations on your election.
FORECLOSURE...FORECLOSURE....FORECLOSURE.....FORECLOSURE
by
James Hiram Malone
TODAY IS TUESDAY. Atlanta's sun beams brightly down on a displaced furniture pile on the front lawn of a family's residence. The mountainous array of items evicted from the now empty house have no privacy. A great big Atlanta blue sky is the roof over the household personal belongings.
YESTERDAY WAS MONDAY. Every piece of the now open-air furniture was neatly and functionally arranged in that now abandoned seven room house. The sleep-good full size bed, matching dresser, and the chest of drawers that passers-by gawk at, once held fort in a ten foot by twelve foot upstairs bedroom. Nearby, on the grass, an electric alarm clock, whose face reflects the sun rays is set at six am as it was on the family's night table.
TODAY, TUESDAY, the open door refrigerator is bringing slow death of the freezer foods. Water drains like life's blood from the box and vapor steams wave to the waiting sky. The popular king-pin refrigerator that once coolly cornered the nine by nine foot kitchen succumbs to the heat of the day.
The leaning-on-the-side stove fizzes an aroma of gas that escapes from a dangling unplugged coil outlet. Circling flies engage in fierce battle as they hover over food remnants on dishpan plates. A laundry basket longing for soapsuds testifies that this home dweller was taken by surprise.
A tossed-on-its-back lounger, crushed under the impact of pots, pans and table lamps, misses being in that thirteen by thirteen foot living room in front of that TV set. And this unplugged TV electronic device screen now reflects and focuses all-day news to the pedestrians gawking at the front lawn's disarray. This is the picture of the tragedy of a family that got lost in the budget crunch economy and received foreclosure notice and was evicted to the streets.
A round dining room table strained with books, jars, cleaning supplies remembers being loaded down with plates of food in that nine by nine foot dining room. And especially on holidays. Unopened gallon cans of beige interior wall paint, a hammer, nails, screwdriver will not decorate and repair the house, scatter leisurely on the lawn. An ironing board, relaxes forlornly under the heat of the sun. Various brands of alcoholic beverage bottles and glasses lay huddle together, ready for another Saturday night party.
Flung-out-of-the-closets, mother-of-the-house dresses and father-of-the house suits lay wrinkled on top of an empty bookcase. Walking, jogging and playing family shoes lay inactive in the corner of the lawn. Ripped-from-the-windows, curtains, shades, now not giving privacy to household items, resign themselves in the shrubberies.
Pages of photo album leap out family memories onto the lawn. Baby Molly's first steps and grandma's birthday. Children's dolls, trains, checkers say “Come play with me!” Banged-up card table and scattered playing cards miss Uncle Joe's laughing, “I bid six!”
Broken picture frames, flower pots, and spilled prescription medicines onto the lawn suggest the movers were not sympathetic in evicting the family.
Pedestrians and motorists later seeing the AUCTION sign, mutter, “Ain't it a shame,” knowing full well that FORECLOSURE can happen to them without a moment's notice.
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a little house wren has decided to make her home in the nesting box down in the peach tree on our front lawn.
Coral Gables, officially the City of Coral Gables, is a city in Miami-Dade County, Florida, United States, located southwest of Downtown Miami. The United States Census Bureau estimates conducted in 2017 yielded the city had a population of 51,095. Coral Gables is home to the University of Miami.
Coral Gables was one of the first planned communities and prefigured the development of the gated community and the homeowners association. It is infamous for its strict zoning regulations. The city was developed by George Edgar Merrick during the Florida land boom of the 1920s. The city's architecture is almost entirely Mediterranean Revival style, including the Coral Gables Congregational Church, donated by Merrick. The domed, Catholic Church of the Little Flower was built somewhat later, in a similar Spanish Renaissance style. By 1926, the city covered 10,000 acres (4,000 ha) and had netted $150 million in sales, with over $100 million spent on development.
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This is the Saguaro Harvesting Ramada on the Sonoran Desert Peoples & Cultures loop at the Desert Botanical Garden.
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In a small square pot, 100 black seeds are scattered across a sandy bed. Several of them have already sprouted into seedlings. The seedlings are only a few millimeters in size, resembling green jelly beans with a spiky head.
The seeds can germinate quickly, from one to three days, when soaked in water overnight prior to sowing. But it can take decades for them to reach maturity and produce flowers and fruits.
Garden scientists have propagated these seeds from a wild saguaro, that is known to be living in some of the harshest conditions in Arizona and thriving, as part of a nascent conservation effort at the Garden to add genetic diversity to the Garden’s saguaro population. Genetic diversity is key for a population to better adapt to changing environmental conditions.
This project is in its very early stages. The plan is to collect more wild saguaro seeds to add to the Garden’s seed lab and study which populations are better adapted to harsher conditions.
In 2020, researchers and horticulture staff began collecting seeds from wild saguaro populations. The seeds are collected from saguaro fruits and are stored in large stainless-steel freezers in the Garden’s Ahearn Desert Conservation Laboratory.
The goal is to propagate seeds from wild saguaros that might be better suited to withstand harsher conditions.
In addition, the Garden has two projects focused on saguaros that work in tandem: Saguaro Census and Saguaros Under Stress. The first project is a community science endeavor to record and observe the health of saguaros growing in metro Phoenix. The Garden’s Saguaro Census helps researchers understand the Valley’s saguaro demographics, including plants that have been damaged, height, location and other observations. Saguaros Under Stress project aims to understand how heat stress is affecting urban saguaros at the molecular level. With the help from homeowners who volunteer their saguaros, Garden scientists have collected small samples of stem tissues. Both of these projects are ongoing.
Garden scientists are using molecular techniques on urban saguaros to track them back to their origins (original locality). Most saguaros in metro Phoenix were planted from nurseries or brought in from somewhere else. If scientists can identify what plants are able to survive and thrive in a heat island, it might help uncover what plants they need to focus on for future planting efforts in the city, as well as what populations of plant may be able to survive in the wild.
Desert Botanical Garden has an incredible collection of plants and cacti arranged in a beautiful park setting.
"Think the desert is all dirt and tumbleweeds? Think again. Desert Botanical Garden is home to thousands of species of cactus, trees and flowers from all around the world spread across 55 acres in Phoenix, Arizona."
Desert Botanical Garden
HBM!
This homeowner is using an old chair as a feeding station and the Evening Grosbeaks take advantage of that.
Our homeowners' association held a block party Saturday night to allow the residents a chance to get acquainted. The company and food were both good and conversations lasted until after the moon rise. I had brought out my camera to take photos of three precious babies (those photos yet to come) so when someone noticed the moon rising over the trees I was ready - or as ready as one can be with no tripod nor high powered lens.
I wish you all a good week!
Chris & Kati purchased their first house together.
I swung by after a photoshoot for a local gun shop, and stopping by a buddy's tuner shop.
First visitor - first official photo.
Congrats!
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Homeowner mural on alley off Indian School Road NE in Alvarado Park neighborhood near Uptown in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Wandered for about an hour up down and over Sturgeon Co. looking for something interesting before sunset. I stopped before a solo shed in a field near a house and within minutes the homeowner came out. There's been so much trouble with B&Es folks are on the lookout for out-of-place visitors, like me. lol Once he learned I was just taking pics, he told me about a very cool homestead about a mile away. I found it, but not in time for a sunset, however, noticed this neat row of sheds on a knoll. Have a great long weekend!
Homeowner talking with FDNY Firemen about an electrical issue after power-line was knocked out by tree falling down.
We did it. We bought a house. In San Francisco. It's a bit hard to believe for us as well to own a bit of land on the other side of the world - but we now got the keys in our pockets. There will be a ton more photos of the house, the neighborhood, and the views from the property. Good Bye Russian Hill, Hello lovely Bernalwood.
Seen at the Skansen Folk Museum in Stockholm. This woman is dressed as a 1920s-30s allotment owner. The hut behind her sits on a garden plot where working class families spent the summer while they tended their allotment gardens.
More information on allotment huts at Skansen can be found here.
Homeowner casually cleans his house, using the fleeting rays of sunlight the day has yet to put out.
These homeowners have created landscaping on their country property as beautiful as just about any that I have seen. I paused here on May 16, 2018 for some photos while returning home from the Big Boy Cruise-in at nearby Brooklyn, a pleasant small town in southeast Michigan's Jackson County.
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Chief cook, bottle washer & plumber among with many others...the plight of a homeowner! :0)
Just prior to cleaning, it was discovered our plastic cold water handle in our shower had decided to crack on Christmas Eve Day so it was off to the shop & into my spare parts collection. Seemed I was fresh out of bath handles but I found this laundry tub one which was a perfect fit, a temporary fix. I have replaced most of the brass valves & taps/faucets over the years, this one is a nemisis it seems being the most frequent repair/replacement...I'm not a big fan of the design.
This is another shot of 1 of the Dollar Tree decorations that I bought in 2018 when we were living in the apartment that our homeowners insurance people found for us. Taken in December 2020.
Copyright 2021 by Teresa M, Forrest - Photos by Terry
“One day you could be a homeowner,” he said grasping at the door that wasn’t his but was in a mercurial dream. The door was whispering that he did not own property.
“You don’t own property,” said the duplex. “You’ll never own your own space, loser.”
The young man stood as if to ignore a talking duplex in a world that lacked color because the artist made the grand choice of removing it in lightroom. He imagined a great fire dragon attacking the duplex for insulting him but he knew it was true. He couldn’t afford property let alone a duplex.
“Dick,” he said, walking off to photograph more cool looking homes and buildings, unable to afford them but at least he could photograph their soul.