Posted by Martha · Sep 26, 2013
The Woodland Whimbles continued along the winding pathway. Ahead, Nikki swooped and dipped.
"Come on you two! Step lively!" encouraged the hummingbird.
"Now, then, Nikki! You stop that chatter right away! I don't like your route at all, not at all!" Manning retorted,…
Read more...Posted by Martha; ferns and window with fig photographed by Martha Young McQuilkin while on The Atlanta High Museum of Art Garden Tour '11 · Sep 24, 2013
One fall morning, when Sophie was rolling out pie crusts for an apple pie, she heard, "Tap, tap, tippetty, tippetty, tap." She looked up to see Nikki perched in the window box, beak to glass pane. She ran to open the door.
Nikki's whirring iridescent wings were as dazzling as the…
Read more...Posted by Martha; maples photographed by Martha Young McQuilkin on a neighborhood walk '09 · Sep 19, 2013
In the fall days that followed Manning spent much time in his garden. Under the Harvest Light he picked tomatoes, melons, pumpkins, and cabbage. He climbed his ladder to pick one rosy apple after another. Sophie washed and pared the apples, creating wonders for the palette from apple sauce…
Posted by Martha; cinnamon fern photographed by Martha Young McQuilkin from Pippin's Patio '11 · Sep 16, 2013
Manning the Woodland Whimble chirped softly. He walked along the shady path toward his favorite glen hidden in the woods. The most wonderful ferns grew there: Boston, Maidenhair, Lady, Painted. After the last bend in the path, the Whimble stopped in his tracks. His feathers ruffled. He shook…
Posted by Martha · Sep 15, 2013
Wendell and Jacob stared at the bewildering sight. Basil pointed his right flipper at Stafford's new morning coat. The Whimble tailors scooted right over to it. Wendell held up the crooked shoulder. Jacob examined the uneven sleeve.
"This coat looks just like the first…
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