I just finished this fascinating book investigating the possibility of plant intelligence.
It is written by a curious reporter who left her job to follow leads all over the planet so she could interview botanists in the field and in their labs.
What a dream, to mix a passion for writing and plants into a grand adventure.
BRAVO ZOE! You are my new hero.
Flower
It is older than I am. There are mud dauber nests in it. There is rust. It should have been tossed while cleaning out the house on Enwood.
I even placed it near the trash cans several times. Every time I moved it around I thought of sand and waves and the green Cox camper.
In the end I just couldn’t let it go. It was such a loyal guardian on all those beach trips.
I can still see my daddy pushing it around and around to get its point deep into the sand.
So here it is now, in my garden, protecting the fish from cooking in their pond on these hot days in July.
It still has a job to do. It is no longer pretty, but still sturdy and useful.
It still has value. I am grateful for this umbrella and the memories it holds and the protection it gives. My daddy is still helping me in so many ways.
FLOW
When other lilies start to wither in the heat, the Pineapple Lilies look lush. A stand of Eucomis adds drama to the garden.
There are many types but this is one is one of the largest. It’s tag said ‘Sparkling Burgundy.’
Eucomis grow from large bulbs.
Bumble bees love the blooms. They get totally dusted in pollen as they move from bloom to bloom.
This is a very easy plant. They have thrived anywhere I have placed them, even in pots.
FLOW in the garden
I have been gone again. I cannot bend to pull weeds, so they are large and numerous.
I almost missed a new lily blooming. This is its first appearance.
It is a Surprise Lily, Lycoris squamigera.
Glad it is tall enough to be spotted over the weeds!
FLOW is home.
Post from back when I had more time and energy.
It was so hot everything fell over when the putty melted.
HA!
A Fairy Fourth
FLOW is older and more tired.
I saw this tiny pile of debris trundling along the deck railing.
The trashy pack on its back is made of lichen, leaves and dead bodies.
After it sucks the life-blood out of a victim, it stacks its body parts on its back to use as camouflage.
The messy mass moves along slowly searching for its next meal and fashion accessory.
I have to admit I think they are cute once you get past the extra legs sticking out of its back.
JUNK and FLOW
I planted this beauty in a hurry. I did not have time to pick the right spot. It had been out of the ground too long and was a shriveled, brown clump.
I dug a hole by the steps where I could easily watch it and keep it watered. It was a gift from Rumple-Rowe, so I did not know it was a giant. My only thought was to revive it.
Now it is thriving. Spider-to-Fly is a gorgeous, happy giant. It is so close to the steps that I must trim its leaves to prevent tripping. When I walk past it my mind says “Move it!”.
I woke up sad this morning. As I walked through the foyer and peeked out the door there was a giant daylily full of happy faces looking back at me, bright and big and beautiful.
Spider- to-Fly must stay where it is. I will trim it. I will put in railing on those steps.
It must be close to me so it can help me revive and thrive. That is the power of flowers.
FLOW
I have been here a couple of times before. Being inert and immobile is humbling.
My school room is my garden and there are many places for me to sit and learn.
I move from station to station like they are learning centers in kindergarten. I am learning different lessons from different places in my garden.
I have one chair where I sit and let my thoughts wind down until there is nothing left but my breathing and the bird calls. This could be called meditation or vegetation. Either way I do nothing.
I pout in my glider. I cry and wipe my red nose as I comfort myself with the methodical movements. If there is a fire in the sugar kettle, I throw things in and watch them burn.
My perch chair gives me a long view of the garden. Here I sit with pen and paper and make lists of tasks to be done and needed supplies to be ordered.
The butterfly chair is also the Japanese beetle chair right now. This one is used on cold mornings because it gets warmed by the morning sun. In the evening I sit in its western shade.
My garden chair is what I collapse into between bouts of weeding, watering and harvesting. It has two giant zucchini in it right now. Those sneaky zucchini! Morphing to giants the minute my back is turned.
The chair by the front door is where I sit when it rains or snows. I have trouble staying indoors despite the weather. This chair also gets packages from Santazon. I sit in this seat the most . It is my ESCAPE chair.
My high chair is where I drink sangria or wine on ice, regardless of its color. Sometimes I add some fruit and eat it last with my fingers. I do this after I have finished all my chores and have prepared the evening meal. I sit high up and sip to reward my self with moments of watching the water move.
I am learning as I sip and sit. These lessons are so much better for me than flitting around like a gnat on caffeine. I know it is time to slow down. Fast and furious no longer works for me.
FLOW
The tigers bloom in late June. Mercy, how I love them! The deer, however, do not.
The crazy combo of plum and peach is mesmerizing. How can one not love such a pointy, spotty face?
I have grown many generations of tigers from saving the bulbetes along the stems.
The little clones are identically spledid…thus the name Tiger Splendens.
FLOW
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