Well, I’m busier than I realized. By the time my day is done, it’s hard to sit at a computer to work when I know I’ll need to sleep soon. I’ll figure it out, but I do want to work on this blog. My garden is thriving. A few tomatoes, some herbs. By fall, I plan to broaden my crop. Still trying to decide whether or not to put in a separate vegetable plot or continue tucking things among my ornamentals. There would be something special about seeing veggies growing in their own space, and it would be terrific to can some and give away a lot. This would be the time to figure out where the bed should be and mark it off in preparation. There’s nothing as good as homegrown broccoli and cauliflower!
Logan will want to help with the cultivation, too. We have a good time working in the yard and garden together. After all, he has his own set of tools, and he often insists that I use his because they’re better. He spent Saturday night at my house. We worked hard in the back yard...especially Logan. It's a lot of work using the hose to spray the always-on-the-go Zeke! He laughed and laughed and laughed. Also, he has developed a special friendship with Baby Iris. Logan gave her lots of kisses and insisted that she borrow one of his books.
A good friend was telling me yesterday that she had the surprise of a volunteer Peruvian Daffodil...just like the one pictured on my June 4 post. I can relate to her enthusiasm. Those with the love of the earth receive a lot from the simplest gesture from Mother Earth. Want to hear something funny? One of my beloved theatre students refers to me as “Mother Nature.” I take that as the ultimate compliment! Thanks, Matt.
Yesterday, I broke down and purchased a passion vine. We had many of them at the Rendova house, and, as a result, there were hundreds of Gulf Fritillary butterflies. I’ve been missing the fritillaries, so I thought to myself--I could fix that...get a passion vine! Now where to plant it? Probably on the carport wall/fence.
Rain...we need rain.
"We may have to learn again the mystery of the garden: how its external characteristics model the heart itself, and how the soul is a garden enclosed, our own perpetual paradise where we can be refreshed and restored." Thomas Moore