I shot a photo of this golden ladybug on one of the daisies blooming in June. What I didn't notice until the picture was magnified, though, was the bright green little aphid nearby that was sure to become her lunch very soon.
If I would have noticed this little scene of impending garden-pest doom at the time, I may have pulled up a chair and a magnifying glass and watched. I mean, first of all, ladybugs are so darn cute that even feeding on live prey isn't gross. Admit it. They're adorable. And have you ever seen a ladybug devour an aphid? Voracious little eaters, ladybugs. They put mere human-gluttony to shame. And they're helping out, I mean who wants aphids eating their flowers? I'm impressed and appreciative.
I've always wished I could keep a lovely garden journal. But what I've done is very inconsistently compile 20+ years (skipping several as if they never occurred) of random notes and grand-plans-since-scrapped and seed packets from plants-long-dead and photos and diagrams and sketches and records and magazine pages and seed-catalog orders and some pressed odds-and-ends into a large, unattractive and very bulky 3-ring binder...it's a mess, really it is. Aesthetically, a mess. As a practical record, a mess. Did I mention inconsistent? Random? I know, but I'm mentioning them again.
Then I fell in love with this neato little book with when I discovered this shop on Etsy last year.
Cindy creates these amazing little "reinvented" journals and sketchbooks from cool old books she finds in her travels...fills them with nice drawing paper, cool odds and ends (like ledger & graph paper) and fun little random pages from old books that go with the theme of the journal,
(I can't wait to get to this page) then binds them artistically...each one is really a treasure in itself. If you sketch or journal you really need to check out her shop.
From photos and wish-lists from the Garden Show...
And hopefully I will be kept in line by my desire to fill it fittingly...and when it's filled up someday I can thumb through it and smile quietly to myself, maybe even feeling I have finally joined the ranks of those cool people who actually keep a lovely garden journal.