Building the Wall

When you live on a slope, walls are a necessity.

This dry stack stone wall has not been high enough to stop the water flow.

The slope has been hard to plant and keep maintained.

After years of dealing with issues, I got another load of stone.


It took hours of hard work to make this low end of that wall higher.

There is a lot left to do, but I will wait for cooler weather.

It never ends here.


Glad for a Mystery

Bulbs sometimes surprise us.

I planted a “Glad circle” with many Pricillas and another mix, Mardi Gras.


This circle had plenty of Pricillas last year, but no Mardi Gras.


This year there seems to be one burgundy that may be a Mari Gras


but what about these orange flowers?


I guess I have some bulbs that have “bloomed incorrectly” again.

I won’t complain, since that is my favorite color.


Bulbs add mystery to your garden.

You think you are planting one thing and something else shows up.



My Yellow Giant

This is my favorite daylily.  Okay besides Nowhere to Hide and South Seas and …

I do not know its name.

I got it on a hot as hell day at a chaotic event at Daniel Stowe Botanical Gardens back in the 1990’s. I wish someone there would identify this giant for me. Hello Daniel Stowe!


It is a late bloomer. Its first bloom opened yesterday. I visited it many times. I photographed it with my hand for scale,


but then decided it deserved a ruler for accuracy.


This giant has big bubba blooms that amaze me every year. Here is its spent bloom beside a large variety, Mabel Nolan.


Its a lovely, light yellow with a little ruffle along the edge.

Giant and gorgeous!



P.S. Our other blog is in a blog relay tomorrow. It is about ART and EPILEPSY. Please check it out.


The Art Stayed

Flying Lucifer

This plant always grabs my attention in the garden.

It’s not just that fire engine red.


It’s not just those spiky leaves.


It’s that stealth-like configuration of blooms


that looks like it could take off from the stem and zoom into the sky.

They are flying in formation today.


I love Lucifer!




Alone but not Lonely

There are many days when I do not see another person from morning til night.

But I am not lonely.

Hawk Moth buzzes by for a visit.


Fish 1 and Fish 2 swim up for a treat.


I do not have to look far to find a friendly frog


or two.


If I can’t find my wild friends, the bunnies are always available for companionship.


It’s okay to be alone, if you are not lonely.


Bounteous Blooms

I am thrilled but puzzled by the bounty of blooms this year.

Could it be related to the fact that none of my dayilies got to get to full flower last summer?

Has the deer herd done me a favor? Probably not.

I suspect that my four-legged friends have been sublty munching on my blooms for years.

Here are some more daylilies blooming today. They just keep coming!

Nowhere to Hide daylily


Purple Pinwheel daylily

Open Hearth daylily

Yabba Dabba Doo daylily

Sebastian daylily
Strutter’s Ball daylily

Stay tuned. There are a few more that bloom late in the season.


His Reflection Addiction

I have tried to save him from himself.

Nothing I have done has worked for long.

The interventions were merely distractions.

Nature has hard-wired him to fight his mirror image.

He thinks it’s another suitor for his mate.

He thinks it’s an invader in his space.

All the while his mate is ignored and his territory is neglected.

He has been fooled by an image.

Fake is Real.

He cannot fight the fixed action pattern in his little brain,

like a twelve year old boy playing Fortnite.

How do we save him from himself?

How do we get him back?

Poor little Mr. Blue.

I am sorry for you.

But go away and leave me be.

Your sickness is robbing me of peace and sleep.

I live here, too.

Blue bird be gone!

My pity won’t save you.


The Fowl and the Flowers

This is my last post about my adventures down south at Edisto Memorial Gardens.

As promised, I will share a few roses along with the fowl.

My favorite rose had no marker.

My cousin and I name it ‘Creamsicle’ because of the colors remind us of that treat.

Some of the roses had lovely fragrances. This one was also missing a marker.

These beauties were identified..

We had to play chicken with a gaggle of geese to cross the bridge.

We spied a lonely Muscovy male among the cypress knees.

My last photo is of family.

If our looks did not give us away, our giggles did.

The four of us were back being twelve for the afternoon.

I miss twelve, don’t you?