...While I Touch The Sky

The Mexican Sage -- which did exceptionally well this year -- is peeking over the fence and spying on the neighbors!

Purple Haze...

Hi Peg,

The elderberry bush provides berries for the mockingbirds and endless amusement for the cats watching from the window.

Eye Spy...

This little guy followed me all across the garden. Just keeping an eye out, I suppose...

And this is AFTER the weeding out!

Hi Peg,

The garden is growing like crazy because, as the Power Station song states, "Some Like It Hot". The ones that didn't are long gone. Alas, fine dianthus, I knew ye well! (But do not despair for they hath surely seeded themselves and will return in the fall.)

Bromeliads abound and thanks to our friend, Don Waterhawk, I now have quite a selection. I can harvest a pup or two for you if you want to try a few indoors.

(I hate a quiet garden)

I hate a quiet garden

Where things are all just so,

Where nothing gets too out of bounds,

Or messes with the flow.

I like my garden lively:

Bees lining up to the bar,

Brugmansia overflowing,

Botanical repertoire.

It gets a bit untidy,

With vines rambling to and fro.

But it’s better than wild blossoms

With nowhere else to go.