Joe was out and about early this morning, pulling his little cart full of cuttings from obliging neighbors. He hailed me from across the hedge with ‘Do you want some cuttings?’ and I answered ‘Do you want to harvest some tomatoes?’. Guess we’ve fallen into a form of gardening Esperanto.
I’ve two itty bitty red maters on the kitchen counter but can’t bring myself to eat them. It feels like cannibalism, which is not only silly but impossible. So Joe’s appearance was fortuitous in more ways than one.
He said that these are ‘like caladiums’. Looking at this image, I better go back out and make sure the one on the right is actually planted.
This is a garlic grass like wild onions. Didn’t know such a thing existed, but breaking one certainly smells pungently of garlic. How one would use this in cooking…?
(Please disregard the dark rocks.)
I think these are petunias.
And something old… Bougainvillea blooms.