Well, hi there. Yes, I abandoned my blog this week. Truth is I've been thinking about giving it up again. You may have read between the lines in past posts about my bot compromised viewing audience and how those same statistics have shown a big drop in my viewers. Please know how grateful I am to those of you who do drop in regularly. It means so much to me, in my quiet little corner of the universe, that there are those of you who do care to see what I've been up to. Truly.
The viewing world seems to have moved on to Instagram and Tumbler and I've been considering a move there. They are places for shorter snippets of one's world which is partly what I was referring to in my last blog post when I cracked, " Don't get me started on communication...." So many people don't read anymore, preferring to look at the pictures. So I have some homework to do before I get set up elsewhere, investigating my feelings on the subject. I may very well keep up my blog. Still debating that with myself.
In the meantime, life carries on, the garden continues to grow.
The cherry tomatoes on the back deck are threatening to come in with a vengeance.
Crows are gathering in numbers again and it can get quite noisy with them sometimes.
This big male in our giant ash tree was answering calls from quite a distance off.
Our peaches have survived the onslaught of the blue jays thus far most surely because of the bird netting we've strung around the tree.
Last night we had the most delicious chard at supper, so flavourful.
That large leafy plant at the top is a cucumber, the dark red are beet leaves, and the white flowers in the foreground are cilantro, the miracle herb for leaching heavy metals from the body, definitely an acquired taste, but used sparingly can really do a world of wonders for health and well-being.
The bean flowers seem to be drying out as fast as they are blooming
and so we've only had a few beans so far.
I've hesitated to show Wally's new perennial garden on the south side of Forget-Me-Not Cabin as it has had a slow start, having been planted with sale items that were already a little compromised about 3 weeks ago. But it is coming along and worth being recorded. Beyond is the rhubarb backed by a shipping pallet to discourage the deer from wandering in.
looking through the pallet/fence from the other side
You can see why Wally wants to bring the height of the back hedge down to a more manageable height as it is as tall as the cabin. Personally I love the English tradition of huge privet hedges especially when used to make a maze. Unfortunately the only corridor it makes is between it and the giant wild rose (kind of a treacherous path.)
In back of the cabin, the hayfield encroaches and wild plants like these tiny cleavers that stick to anything that passes by are doing their best to look fruity and fall like.
The honeysuckle is putting out its poisonous berries
I hope the birds know better than to eat them
Our lily garden is finally blooming with, of all things, LILIES!
I was afraid we wouldn't get any of the pretty pink ones this year,
but here is the one lovely one left, in amongst the mallow
a new plant for us this year, a gladiola
and more pink, a snapdragon
And pink again, Wally's rose. The one I showed you last week is the faded one now, its two companions making a lovely hat for it.
the lush interior of a rose with a crowd of stamen
You can just make out that rose in front of the hydrangea.
We're so pleased with how well the Japanese Maple is doing in pride of place.
On it, we have a pink Christmas lights on a timer that come on at dusk- so beautiful.
Little drops of rain are beginning to fall as I walk back to go in. On my way I pass the composter where the clematis are doing their best to fill it in.
The sky is foreboding as a few more drops begin to fall.
The cats are waiting for me by the back door.
They've had a long afternoon nap and are wanting some attention.
The rain comes down in buckets just as Wally arrives home.
Distant thunder abates before it gets close to us, and within 20 minutes the rain is falling in sheets, sending a river down our driveway as the sun begins to break through.
That was just right. Everything got a good soak.
Playing with faces in coloured pencil
more coloured pencil, this time with a quote by Nelson Mandela,
"May your choices reflect your hopes not your fears."
