Poor Hibby

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.

Red

The people next door planted their bougainvillea immediately upon moving in ten years ago. I’ve taken many pictures of it, since the color is such a vivid fuchsia.

Full sun again; wow!

So… where did this red spring from??

It really is red. The tips look a bit different, but it’s red.

Old growth, right next to the pink stuff. Nature is glorious.

WOOT!

Please click on me.

Have mercy! I’ve got to get this plant into the ground! It’s called “Fiesta” and is a tropical hibiscus, the only sort I can grow down here. Lucky me!

Weed Haven

The yard guys are obviously running behind, but I delight in the weeds. Never one to worry over or demand grassy perfection, I’m happy as long as it’s green.

When it grows out this long I plop down amongst the blue, violet and yellow. The bees work purposefully around me, from flower to flower, unconcerned by my presence or that of the dogs. Serenity!

EDIT!

That was February, this is June.

There are some weeds left, but I pulled so many by hand. No chemicals around the dogs!

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