Look what I found while cleaning out one of the beds! Crafty little devil, tucked away out of eyesight. Well, not anymore…
I count shadows from at least six different sources..
I love morning.
It’s going to be a good day.
Oh, I took this looking out my bathroom window. I wanted something pretty to look at…
, more commonly known as Purple Heart… and since I always post the first Crinum lily of the season… lily with Bree in the background. In people years the old girl is 83.
You can’t kill crinums. I pulled the entire bed up after Irma… about 60 of them… and threw the ones I wanted to keep in another bed. Not planted. They lay there dormant, looking door-nail dead, until I planted them again this Spring. Miraculous.
Alberto has been dumping massive amounts of water on us, but guess what? It’s monsoon season anyway. For two weeks before Al got here we were inundated every day. Fortunately we live on a sandbar.
My neighbors succeeded in killing off an entire fence length of beautiful ivy, except for this bit. I tried to save the others that had been cut back over and over… to no avail.
And.. I still stand in the middle of the back yard, looking into their house -because there’s no thick wall of ivy anymore- and wonder WHY.