Just as I am basking in the Schlumbergeras’ glory,
something starts snacking on my Mona Lavendar.
At first I thought Mona was just losing leaves,
but where did they go?
Then I saw the tell tale (and tail) signs. (Pun intended.)
Poop from a caterpillar!
Here I am thinking everything is blooming and growing,
while Mona is being devoured right under my nose.
A gardener must never rest.
Even in winter, at night time, inside.
Stay vigilant folks.
While you are waiting for Santa, you may be visited by a Grinch-green, eating machine.
I knew I could count on RBG
to accurately evaluate the snow situation.
Love those tiny snow boots!
Just as the days get too short and the nights too long
and my garden outside dies from the cold,
my Schlumbergeras come into their glory
and bloom with explosive profusion
to show me that a FLOWER
can survive and thrive
inside in winter
and so shall I.
The heron, its reflection and its shadow.
Three in one: life and light and darkness.
The real thing, its image and its negative.