I told the yard guy to forgo mowing in the back this time because… well, I love it. Weeds and all. Maybe the weeds are the best reason to lounge outside among the bees gathering pollen.
Badger seems to like it, bees and all.
drowning at 7 feet sea level
There are pigeon peas growing in the ‘hood. I’d never heard of them, but now think planting some would be a good idea.
I’m very much at loose ends this weekend. Our oldest was supposed to visit but her flight was cancelled along with thousands of others… so yesterday was spent lounging on the sofa (mostly), giving my bent and broken body a bit of ease. It’s not used to deep cleaning the entire house in one week. And before you chuckle: old(er) age is not kind, not to body or mind.
Oh, good grief. Just remembered I have a birthday next month.
That said, today’s concern is the bamboo we have in the back. It’s Seabreeze, a clumping bamboo, so it won’t run away into the neighbor’s yard. You know, the guy who cut down the amazingly beautiful, thick as pudding Star Jasmine hedge growing on the fence. TWICE. (Will I ever get over the loss?) Also, I shouldn’t mention this… but he bent our fence. Feels mean to mention it… oh, well.
The back is a muddle of things growing out of control because it’s been a very hot, wet summer. Seriously!! Every day was dark and stormy. It was like an old radio mystery… for weeks on end. I kept waiting for a grim voice to reveal whodunnit!
Fortunately the last three days has afforded at least some sun, so I took time out to look at things.
This was taken an hour ago. The clear sky won’t last long.
Well, the stuff may be ‘clumping’, but the top is going to reach for bloody Mars. Should I trim it or wait six months to see what happens? Should I train it to reach for the neighbor’s house? Should I dig it up, considering I never know what I’m doing when planting crap and always get it wrong?!
Leisure being highly under-rated, I may just go back to the sofa…
My just-this-year-planted hibiscus is blighted. Can’t say with what, but the poor thing can hardly stand. Leaves curled, yellowed. It’s a broken thing, just bowed under the weight of… something.
I’ve tried my best but watching it suffer had me convinced that digging it up was the only recourse. Until yesterday, it shot forth one of most beautiful blooms I’ve ever seen! Is this a cry for help? Hope, it seems, springs eternal… even in the face of imminent demise.
My sister in law advocates feeding. “Everything needs to eat” says she, in that voice of experience we all seek when flummoxed. I shall give it a try.