I was afraid that there might be NO devils in my garden this year. They were slow to show.
Finally the big devil sent up its creepy stalk and a bunch of leaves.
Then I spotted a spotted sprout.
The third little devil has not emerged yet.
I do love this weirdo plant, Amorphophallus konjac
FLOW and a weirdo
Hundreds of beautiful blooms and hundreds of large weeds greeted me upon my return to my garden this weekend.
I am home with my new computer. My usual computer, mouse and keyboard are in use at Mama’s. Nothing is like it should be anywhere.
I will just share photos of the blooms, not the weeds.
My dahlias have been in pots too long and must be put in the ground today.
Forgive my lack of labeling. If you really want to know a name, ask in comments. I will answer using my phone.
CLICK ON pics to make them full size. They got cropped in the gallery.
I have a lot to say but no time to say it and no one to say it to. Next post is about the Devil.
FLOW on the GO
I am visiting home today. I have been touring the garden slowly with my eyes wide open, like I am in a strange land on high alert.
Five days away is a long time in a garden. I must pay attention. There have been visitors. Things have happened.
The Oakleaf Hydrangea has burst into bloom.
Its scent is only slight due to the cool air and wind.
The last of the poppy blooms are a favorite with the bees this morning.
The Verbena bonariensis is tall and lovely. It has such geometric stems.
The Black Knight buddleia has started to bloom.
I spied the first Four O’ Clock flower.
Some critters have moved things and dug holes and left waste. Nothing dramatic so far.
I am glad to visit home, but it is not the same as being home. That will have to wait. I am needed more elsewhere.
FLOW
P.S. WORDPRESS just informed me that I started this site 8 YEARS AGO TODAY! WOW
This book is a wonderful inspiration.
Please share a copy with any young woman who feels limited by her circumstances.
What a brave and talented woman Maria Merian was.
Hooray for Maria. Another hero for all.
FLOW
Nobody welcomes a reality check, no matter how much one is needed.
It is easier to see things the way you want to see them.
It is nice to ignore the ugly parts and focus on what is pretty.
My mind will not let me ignore things that need fixing.
My brain also knows when all the effort I can muster will not fix what is broken.
That is where I am today. I am accepting the fact that some things are broken.
This is my reality check. I am home letting it sink in. I guess we will be coasting from here.
Mama is 91. She refuses to stand and walk. She does not want to. She has that right.
My sitting by her bed and watching her not do physical therapy will not change things.
While Daddy was dying he kept telling me, “Take care of your family.”
I have spent weeks with Mama hoping she will improve. She is better mentally, but her fear prevents PT progress.
Rose needs me home. Mr. Flower needs me handling things here. I make a difference here.
I will be accepting the things that I cannot change. This is not the ideal, it is just what is real.
FLOW
There is a lovely courtyard at the rehab facility where my mama is getting physical therapy after breaking her hip.
My favorite resident in the garden is an anole. He enjoys sunning on the warm head of a statue there.
Nature saves my sanity.
FLOW
I am at my mama’s house. I do not have all the proper supplies, so I must improvise.
FLOW doing improv.
Mama broke her hip.
I am staying at her house.
My garden is growing weeds while I am away.
I am doing some reading while mama does some healing.
Hi Ho! That’s how it goes.
FLOW
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