Wind

Today, the wind has been playing the scaffolding flutes next door.
the sound is a low moan that rises in intensity and pitch when the wind picks up.It's quite beautiful and melancholy.
This week was a wash as I have had a head cold and couldn't do much other than commune with my pillow. I pecked at my painting but it didn't hold my attention very well.
A baby dove (I can't believe that the doves have fledglings already and it's the first of May) has been hanging around our front yard all this week. I finally got a picture of him the other morning. He is wary of us but not afraid. He just keeps a respectful distance.

I wasn't outdoors at all till this afternoon. A gloriously sunny, warm and windy day. A walk around the gardens to see where everything is at tells me that there is a riot of garlic going on. No rose aphids or whatever bug it is that doesn't like garlic.
The bugs I DO have are the red lily leaf eaters. There they were, fornicating away on the new growth of lilies, laying little orange egg stuff all over. Last fall, I went out and ripped up all the lilies, in an effort to get rid of the bugs. I know they live in the soil, so I am determined to keep ripping out everything till they are gone. But what a loss!
They were so majestic. Turk's cap lilies.
The bugs eat all the leaves up till they look like ragged clothes, then the bugs eat the flowers. UGHHH!