Every Christmas the sweet smell of carrrion wafts across the field and we think, "Ah, something has died and the dogs will be rolling in it soon," but alas it is only the Columned Stinkhorn. A consistent Christmas visitor for the past four years, they disappear as quickly as they appear.
Handsome cabbage grows in the garden.
Buckley takes a short break from sleeping on the porch.
Mutinus elegans, or the Devil's Dipstick, produces its own olfactory lure that apparently works to attract a variety of insects. The devil has produced quite a few dipsticks this year, but this was the only yellow one.
Lula keeps dry during a rainy Christmas morning.
Charles is working on a large wall of sketches for a local show.
Without a powerful enough Sun, the solar fountain rests for the winter. The fish don't seem to mind.
Nothing says Christmas like Free Donut.
