|Dainty blue borage flowers that don't make it into the spinach salad reseed abundantly|
It seems overnight. The borage sprouted as tall as the iris. Ask me why I planted it where it almost chokes the path and I will tell you; I didn't. The birds must have dropped seeds along the gravel path where the grass used to grow almost up to the fence- line. Then the trees and vines grew- and it was too shady for the roses shoved between fence and grass to be healthy. The dogs needed a path to run free. And one thing led to another.
|speaking of birds....|
|Rosa 'Mutabalis'- the butterfly rose makes for a fairy tale thicket|
Mourning doves like pecking food off the ground- but if thicket is nearby to dive into if a predator interlopes, a sturdy platform will sometime do. This cooing visitor never read the dove-instruction guide. It hung from the the nyger thistle feeder with the regular goldfinch.crowd, surrounded much of the time like a giant among Lilliputians
Followers of this blog may remember when the window glass windbreak proved not to be quite sufficient at barbecue time: the wind whistled right around it in a small space left open between window and house frame.
Rather than surrender the footprint on the patio where my husband wished to move his prized possession, I decided to extend the windbreak with a stained glass rendition of potted jumiper mid-way through pruning. Not nearly so complicated as the shed transom window Ethel's Garden , the side panel is up. And as tonight's dinner of
was enjoyed on the patio after a prayer of thanksgiving for just one more day in this paradise-
the wind pattern which proved problematic when cooking outside - it is tamed. Amen