It’s becoming a wonderful time of year to be in the garden; perhaps even gardening at night — who knows? The weather’s slowly changing. We rearranged our outdoor fire pit this afternoon and readied the wood pile. Pinion wood: check. A few logs of pinion wood tossed into the pile makes woodsmoke so alluring I can pull weeds and putter in the yard for hours. There’s nothing like having a small campfire crackling in my own back yard, perfuming the air with its scent and the ocean murmuring in the background – daytime or night.
In the meantime, I’m clearing the beds of their spent plants and doing other chores a summer of neglect has wrought. Pulling weeds and taking pictures: not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
This is what I saw:
There’s a fungus among us.
Summer’s Agapanthus, gone to seed.
Queen Palm frond, its duty done. Behold bokeh.
Garden reader, a gift from my mother. Cherished.
Garden snail who left his shell behind.
Seed pods.
Seed pod from a variegated ginger plant. It blooms in June and remains lovely year round.
The End.
Find and select some good things from you and it aids me to solve a problem, thanks.
– Henry