My Bad New Neighbor

Well the honeymoon is over.  I was hoping we could be friends.

But there are some habits that the Flower cannot tolerate.

At first the digging was a novelty. The excavation was a source of fascination.

It thought this was just part of getting settled in.

But its been months and the digging continues.

My new neighbor has an addiction to digging.

I did not mind its sharing my cold frame until the pots started sinking into the ground.

Now a line has been crossed.  I was out with the bunnies when I noticed a pile of fresh rubble under the bunny hutch.

This is not their home. They, of course, have their own room inside the house.

This hutch is their outdoor retreat from wind and birds-of-prey. It is also their outdoor toilet.

This huge pile of rocks has been removed from under a slab of concrete.

We still haven’t met our new neighbor. I tried to get Charlotte to identify him from photos, but she refused to squeal.

Mr. Flower suggested trying a trap. What should we use for bait I asked, “Rocks?”

We borrowed a critter camera that did not work. I suggested purchasing our own. Mr. Flower said he did not wish to spend money on such a purchase.

I interrupted him to inform him that I was saving my money for new bikinis for our trip to Mexico. ( Pure fiction is the perfect distraction. It throws them off course. When they recover from the shock, they are so grateful that what you just said was a lie that they will gladly give you the original object requested.)

I am expecting that critter cam any time now.




Don’t Listen to the Groundhog

Since I have a garden, not a groundhog, I tend to consult it as to when spring will arrive.

The first place I go for this information is the weeds.  Yes, that’s right.  WEEDS.

They know more than the hybrids. Their DNA has not been tampered with.

They use old school, and I do mean old, methods to determine when to start growing.

Well fellow Carolinians, the weeds say get busy.

The mint family(square stems) and dandelions are all ready blooming.

That means if you delay in weeding, you will be weeding mama weeds and baby weeds.  Two generations!   That’s way more than twice as many.

You don’t have weeds, you say?  Lucky you.

Then consult some of your garden favorites.

The BULBS say spring is near.

Tete-a-tetes say yes.

The crocus concur.

The old daffodils on the hill are thrilled.

Bulbs are always ahead of the game you say?


Foxgloves are growing foliage.

The columbines are coming out.

Perennial poppycock you say?

Then go see a SHRUB.

The Pieris are ringing their spring bells.

The Quince is quite convinced that spring is near.

If you still need to consult a CRITTER, or two.

The bunnies have some spring in their hop.

Get busy people. Being a gardener is like being part of a horse costume.  If you’re not a head, you’re a behind.

I said spring is near NOT here. You crazy people better not set out tomatoes yet. They go out the third week in April.

P.S. I do have a groundhog. But we don’t mention such things around Mr. Flower.





My Daddy’s Planes

My daddy gardens in the spring and summer.

In the winter, he builds planes.

This winter he is making the largest and most complex plane ever.

It is a model of the B-24 Liberator from World War II.

It has hundreds of tiny pieces

that must be precisely cut with an Exacto knife from balsa wood and glued into place.

He says that this is his last one. I hope this is not true.

If my eighty-six-year-old daddy can perform miracles with his crooked hands,

what excuse could I possibly use to not do amazing things myself?

I am his FLOWER.


Raffaldini Winerini

Okay, so I made up a new word.  It fits doesn’t it?   A little, Italian winery.

Raffaldini Vineyards and Winery is in North Carolina,


but it did make me feel like I was in Italy or at least California.


Mr. Flower and I enjoyed a wine tasting here last weekend.


We sampled eight different wines as we learned about the various grapes and processes for creating the complex aromas, flavors and textures.

I did not know that some grapes are dried to enhance their flavors. This process is called Appasimento.  Some of the wines were aged in stainless steel instead of oak barrels.



The lovely facilities are set up on a hill with a great view of the grape vines and surrounding farms.


It amazes me the vision and foresight some people have “to dream and then do.”


This is an impressive yet peaceful place to spend an afternoon.


Water and Ice

I am fascinated by water.  I call it the miracle molecule.


It is the only substance on Earth found in all three states (solid, liquid and gas) at natural temperatures.


Water molecules form a lattice as they freeze. This is why ice floats.

IMG_6979I have posted on snow several times.  Here is some ice art for your enjoyment.



I could have stayed here all day watching the water flowing behind the ice sheets.


I love nature with all my heart.


Rescuing Red Ridinghood

I just couldn’t leave it there with a long root reaching desperately out from the bottom of the pot.

That would be like ignoring a drowning person’s hand reaching out of the water.

I did not know that its name, Rooikappie, meant ‘Red Ridinghood’ in Afrikaans until I looked it up on-line.

I brought the aloe home and did some trimming before repotting it.

These little pieces will be left to harden off for a few days and then rooted.  (Free plants.)

Little Rooikappie looks happier all ready.

My what big teeth she has!


Blooming Again?

My Schlumbergeras are now blooming for the second time since I brought them inside.

I wondered, it is the daylength that has encouraged them to start blooming again?

I consulted the US Navy’s charts on Duration of Daylight for my area.

My cacti were blooming like crazy between November first and ninth of 2017.

The daylength for those days was between 10 hours and 42 minutes to 10 hours and 28 minutes.

Late January daylength has been just over 10 hours. Hmmm? I expected these to be about the same.

Even my babies that just rooted and pieces in water are blooming.

It could not be a change in temperature, because even the cacti in my cold workshop are budding and blooming.

Just when you think you know a plant, it surprises you.




Found Some Fountains

I heard a symphony as I stepped from my car.

So many sounds. Soft and soothing , yet exhilarating.

The instruments had no strings. Water was playing.


Water moving in various volumes at different tempos.

Nature’s music.


Each instrument was unique in it’s shape and sound.


How could anyone just choose one and break up this band.


I never thought of fountain sounds before.


There is usually only one playing a solo.


Not at White House Garden Center in Cornelius, North Carolina.


Here, there are dozens performing together.

Each is as lovely to look at as to listen to.


I went there on an errand and had an adventure.

If you are searching for a fountain.


You will probably find the fountain of your dreams there.



An Art Outing

I love to go to places that sell art,


just to enjoy all the talent I don’t have expressed by others. (kind of like dance class)


Today, I visited the Wooden Stone in Davidson twice.


Once before lunch to take pictures, and again after lunch.


During lunch I looked at all my photos to check for quality

and to decide what pieces I had to have.


Mr. Flower was with me, so this limited my purchase capabilities.


It’s okay.   I know how to get back to the lovely little town of Davidson, NC.

Look for this lovely bench out front.


I got two of the things photographed.


I won’t tell which two because they are gifts and of course all my friends read my blog.


Oh, more suspense!

I really wanted this cutie-pie for myself.