I love the smell of lavender, but obviously cannot grow it.
Black Thumb
It’s Time
Yes, they’ve finally bloomed and the obligatory proof must be offered. Sorry.
Promise there won’t be 1,000 images of bloody lilies this time. No, really. I’m too busy trying to stay out of the heat to tarry for a good shot. Once the dog finally passes going outside will consist of running to the car then running into whatever destination. Anywhere with good A/C would do, really.
Wee Wings
May Lily Crop
They were late this year. Can’t blame them; I’m feeling lazy myself.
Last Weekend
I went crazy on the bamboo.
Who knew bamboo was so messy? Forget the clean up, there are a ton of wee dead leaves to rake. I’ve still got the gift of planting the wrong thing in the wrong place.
On the other hand, if you live in south Florida… Seabreeze bamboo makes for a great divider no one can see through. Just… don’t let it get away from you.
Cactus
My Thanksgiving cactus has started blooming…
Denuded… Now What?
My tree guys went to town yesterday; looks like a tornado came through.
Aside from the obvious, like paint and LOTS of pressure cleaning, what now?
Since there’s clearly more visible terrain than before what should I plant? Plumbago? Maybe philodendron? Not the huge variety. Hmmm…
A Futile Battle
I have a gift for planting the exact wrong thing in the exact wrong place. To wit: Seabreeze bamboo. I thought something in that space for shade would be wonderful, not realizing that the bamboo would grow 30 feet tall and almost as wide.
The picture indicates work to cut it back/thin it out, done over several days… because early mornings and late evenings are best if one doesn’t wish to pass out from the heat.
I stopped here because reality dawned: The thing will be right back to it’s previous bulk within a month. Ah, well. (Another way to say “F*^% it.”)
I miss Daisy.
Early Morning Whirrr
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