Sorry for the plant spam, but it amazes me that these things are still growing. I usually kill everything except lilies, which just won’t die. (Seriously)
This philo hates its habitat. Too much sun, even though it has the fence on two sides and house on another.
We’re not blessed with shade and the areca palms certainly don’t supply any.
I’m thinking about planting something alongside the fence. Some of the gaps are so big Daisy could just walk right through.
I tried to choose only one photo of lilies that I shot this morning.
Can’t do it. Won’t do it. The good Lord blessed me with these so I’m blessing you with them.
“The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath.”
Shakespeare, of course. The entirety:
“The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. ‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest. It becomes The thronèd monarch better than his crown. His scepter shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings, But mercy is above this sceptered sway.
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings. It is an attribute to God himself. And earthly power doth then show likest God’s When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this- That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea, Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence ‘gainst the merchant there.”
The headlines depress me, so here’s some more foliage.
The planted plants from long ago are doing great! We’ve even sprouted new colors!
…and I caught some dew this morning! Yay!
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!
I leave you with some chamber music…
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.
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.
I’m calling my yard a ‘garden’, if that’s alright? K.
Perhaps I need a third crepe to name ‘Love’. A red one!
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.
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.