Thunder's Columbine photo made me think of our volunteer Columbine in the front of our house. It's not in a good spot. I've tried to dig the damn thing up to move it a couple of times... tried to kill it a few other times, but it's going nowhere. I'm more of a fan of single petaled fleurs as opposed to the fancier pom varieties, but this is still awfully pretty
Also... a photo of a volunteer bunny... also thriving. We had a family of them nesting by the happy, happy bird feeder.Sorry for the poor photo. Those little boogers are fast!! Zipping from one protective plant to another.
Last night's 32 degree weather took its toll on a lot of the plants that probably had their heyday a month ago already, but there's one small patch that refuses to give up... It must be protected just enough... I have to protect it this weekend as Grizzled gears up for garden shut-down. I'd like them to stay as long as they like.
Have a good weekend, everyone! Come back with some interesting tales to tell!
The purslane* is in... in a matter of a day or three, BAM! It's purslane city. It's not even bad looking. It's kind of a nice succulent ground cover, but it tends to choke things out... things that I want, like this sad little basil plant which should be HUGE by now. Of course, it's not choking out its fellow weed... some mustardy type thing.
What else is choking out the garden? Aside from the crabgrass and creeping charlie and THISTLES?!?! Amaranth... or a variety of amaranth. It's in the amaranth family. It's a weed, but is supposedly edible, as is purslane, but I'm not going to try it. It will not get the honor of gracing our table. It will get the honor of gracing our composter... which gets plenty hot, to kill any optimistic seeds.
I'm feeling surly today. One more hour of weeding and I will have found my Zen calm... my empty mind... all thoughts having been sweat out of my bod in the pursuit of one task... weeding. However, I'm not there yet...
* shown in extra big cinemascope for B^4's pleasure.
This particular hibiscus was given to me by my old painting class... as a departure gift. I fully expected a swift kick to the hiny. Anyhow, as you can see, it's thriving. We take it in over the winter, put it back out when the nights are warm enough.
For some reason it dawned on me how many blogging fathers I know... so I would be remiss if I didn't wish all of you a wonderful day, whether you celebrate it or not. Let me add that, although I don't know most of you personally, I get to interact with you enough to say your children are lucky. I hope they know it.
And just so you can never say I never got you anything... here's a lervely photo I took this morning of some irises that Grizzled planted last year. Although I griped that we really didn't have one more sliver of space for more irises, they were worth it.