Outside...

It is still too cold to plant. I pruned the dead banana stalks yesterday. I was surprised -- and the kitties delighted -- that the catnip was lush and full. A good time was had by all.

Today it is raining. Poetry must take the place of flowers for now...

Outside,

The tree waves.

Tickled with squirrel paws,

Trickled by rain,

She knows her place,

Plants her roots,

Holds her ground.

What does that feel like?

To remain so steadfast?

To watch the changes of time?

Birds in our hair.

Worms in our toes.

Seasons on our tongues.

Inside,

I think we used to know.

Blooming Where I'm Planted...I Hope

I made it! I'm in! Now if only my garden was "blog worthy"...

Unseasonably cold weather hit Florida and my poor plants are still feeling the pain. The pygmy date palm is as brown as a toasted...well, piece of wheat bread. Organic, multi-grain, buttered...where was I again?

I've already -- and who really can stand to look at those poor wilted dears for the recommended 'wait a few weeks' time frame? -- pruned the brugmansia down to the ground and some tiny buds look willing to help me forget the entire tragic affair.

I'll have to wait to see what else can be rescued until this weekend since we have an extended rain forecast for most of this week...

Wren in the House!

After patiently waiting for Wren to join the blog, she has agreed, and we'll now be blogging on our gardens and anything else that catches our fancy! Hope you will join us here.