"The trouble with gardening is that it does not remain an avocation. It becomes an obsession
|The woody orange vine looked so innocent in the 6" pot brought home from an LA Arboretum sale. Today it is as tall as epe myrtle it links arms with.|
The neighbors next door, who have a pool, have never complained about the summer confetti in pink and orange that floats over from my side of the fence. Not only that- they encourage this obsession. Chuck and Sandy Price are the definition of GREAT neighbors for a gardener.
|The "Cottage Garden" sign- Does it define or reflect the surroundings?|
The vegetable planting is more accurately a path than a plot. Brimming with tomatoes, hot peppers, herbs and society garlic, it also has a small tub turned into a gurgling fountain- the moving water inviting birds in to eat marauding insects.
If you 've never scissored the pinkie- purpley blossoms of society garlic (Tulbahia to Latin enthusiasts) as a replacement for garlic cloves on garlic toast- you are missing quite the conversation starter. The color is simply luscious in the shimmer of hot butter.
This week, the daytime high temperatures have lumbered into the 98 ° F mark. Close enough that the hibiscus are open like fairy sized satellite dishes.
|A monarch butterfly caterpillar munches on a denuded butterfly weed (asclepias) stem|