Bee Mine

Look at this precious honey bee searching from one teensy weed flower to the next, pollen covering his antenna, thorax and even bundles of it wrapped around his wee legs!

Of course another shot of the lily. Did you expect anything else?

I leave you with some chamber music…

First Crinum ’21

I always take a picture of the first lily blooming each year, so here we are.

Also, look at this silly bugger, taking off like crazy!

Dormant for years, it now thrives. There must be a lesson in there somewhere.

A Change is as Good as a Rest

I heard that somewhere, a long time ago. Don’t know that I believe it, though. Here’s my change: a plant I put in the ground at least five years ago decided to sprout and flower. One stalk, now two. Where the devil has it been?

No more unplanted gardens! In another bed more plants that I actually planted are coming up; it’s a bit unnerving.

Why now??

Around the Garden

I’m calling my yard a ‘garden’, if that’s alright? K.

Faith produces!

Perhaps I need a third crepe to name ‘Love’. A red one!

Oh, the humanity!

So, the yard guy doesn’t know that Purple Heart is a valuable member of the garden community. Either of them! I am bereft, but they’re tough little monkeys; I’m sure they’ll be back soon.

Daisy… digs.

She is actually tearing the rock apart. Daisy once ripped a lawnmower to pieces. Tires, rubber thingys that hang down, etc… We thought it was so incredibly cute we let her do it.

That’s who we are; enablers.

I’m currently working in the front. So far I’ve pared a bed of areca palms by half. It’s hot, nasty, ant riddled work, but satisfying. Pictures to follow. Of course.

What?

In the last post the purple heart has some odd thingys in the middle under the bloom. What the heck? They look like spider legs but I’m sure it’s just…. new leaves? Yep, let’s go with new leaves.

Vibrant

I know, I know. It used to be crinum lilies. Always announced the first lily of the year… but of course I’d shoot hundreds of them and soon crinum weariness would set in. Or crinum derangement syndrome. (For me, at least)

Before lilies it was confederate ivy. Quit that when I finally got a good shot of one, but it took years. Sorry. Every bloom delights, thus I must share. Sorry again.

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