I love tiny plants.
I love fairies.
I think tree roots are fascinating.
Put them together. It’s magic!
The fairies like their new hang out.
Even a toad dropped by while I was working. (Not pictured) Was he really a prince?
We shall see. One never knows what may happen. When there is magic in the garden.
Even if it is just a little magic.
Follow the Fairies!
Danger has come to the bunny yard.
I blame it on the oaks.
They dropped too many acorns this year. Millions of acorns.
The vermin feasted and propagated. No foraging necessary.
Now, there are too many little squirrels and baby chipmunks and mice.
The snakes come for lunch. The hawks come for dinner. The owls come for a midnight snatch.
Whoooo else came in the night?
Something big and strong. Something that bends wire and tears fences from their posts.
I am mending my fences and locking my low windows.
Afraid of this danger that has smelled my bunnies’ scent and wants to join the feast.
I blame it on the oaks.
Follow the FLOWER to the root cause.
UPDATE: Tracks photo from inside the bunny yard today.
Coyote?
While I’m gone, will you water my wall?
It’s alive you know.
These aren’t just stacked rocks for sitting,
like a stone throne.
Little friends live among the lithos.
I’d hate to lose them.
Follow the FLOWER.
I don’t have to look to know who is Busy and who is Not Busy in the bunny yard.
Where ever I hear noise, I know I will see a blur of black fur.
Then I must peer under things to find my barley brown bunny,
quietly napping or watching the trees.
Charlotte is usually on the move or moving dirt.
Barley can be found quietly meditating.
Usually, they only spend time together while eating
or snuggling.
But one day Not Busy made the mistake of napping too close to Busy during an excavation.
Busy dug dirt and kicked it behind her. Not Busy got dirty.
Busy bulldozed dirt away from the excavation site.
Not Busy began to disappear under the soil.
Busy disappeared into the hole.
Busy continues working. Not Busy continues meditating.
They both stopped to pose for a picture. I think he’s smiling.
FLOWER fills in lots of holes.
Since my flowers can’t read, I can tell you
that I prefer the poisonous Digitalis
above all my other flowers.
They make my heart race.
I have a weakness for their
spots and spires.
I try not to stare at them, but they are hypnotic.
They self- seed and I let them grow where ever they wish.
I can’t get enough of these lovely foxgloves.
Happy Mother’s Day
Follow the FLOWER!
The flowers are delicate and complex.
The seed pods resemble green jesters’ hats.
The leaves…ugly, whitish and sickly.
I hate leafminers. I got so disgusted with them that I chopped down the infected plants.
No use feeding the enemy! Leaf miners are larvae of a tiny fly.
The fly lays its eggs on the leaves. The hatched larvae eat their way through the middle of the leaf’s layers.
The flowers are so beautiful,
but the leaves look ravaged.
No pesticides for this gardener,
so chop chop chop.
I’ll just take photos of the blooms this spring.
Almost thirty years ago, we were given a young Bigleaf Magnolia (Magnolia macrophylla) tree from the yard of some friends.
We admired a larger one of these trees through a sky-light in their dining room. It looked like big green umbrellas.
The Cunninghams dug up a small one for us that evening.
The tree is now over twenty feet tall.
Last year it had its first ever bloom.
This spring it has eleven.
Worth the wait?
You tell me.
Wait for the FLOWER.
I went on the trip of my dreams last fall.
My family spent two weeks in beautiful Italy.
Everywhere we looked there was something new, unusual and exciting.
This flower stopped my in my tracks.
Everything else fell away
the only two things in the world were me and this face.
Passion flower.
I posted it as a wordless Wednesday from Tuscany.
Now, I have this plant. It arrived last week, wrapped up in a box from Easy to Grow Bulbs.com.
Every year when it blooms, I will pause and remember
that I got to have one of my dreams. I am so grateful.
FLOWER is fortunate!
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