Sounds, scents, scary sight
Fort Worth's Japanese Garden is a delight for the senses. Just a few steps inside and I began to smell the evergreens on this warm, but not hot, afternoon. It is a scent from childhood summers in the backyard treehouse, but a rare one in the Dallas area. Most pine trees can't take our summers.
Standing on the brick path through the bamboo grove, I can hear bird songs sailing through the air, but can't see any birds. Birds perch for solitary contemplation on branches above the koi pond, or in social groups on a small stone statue by the waterfall.
It's all so beautiful and refreshing, so idyllic. My walk has been wonderful, and a bargain at three dollars on weekdays. Still, I must confront an ancient samurai foe.
Yes. It's a bagworm in the Japanese Garden. And so, this is my annual bagworm blog post.
© 2008 Nancy L. Ruder