In my element...

I have a new friend, Jane at the blue house down the hill. 

Yesterday Jane and her family stopped by our little white cottage while at their evening stroll through the neighborhood to say hi. We talked for a while out in the front yard, and later I invited them over to the back… to see the garden and they were delighted—the garden drenched with the scent brought in by a boisterous evening; of crickets chirping loudly deep in the thicket and frogs serenading the early moon… 

Jane promised to share some plant cuttings... from her mother’s garden, and asked if she could come back again to take some photograph... for inspiration.  She has always dreamed of having a lovely garden, but haven’t had the courage to start one… and how was I able to create my little paradise in such short time? 

Well, we best ask Apollo if he knows how that happened... Apollo, who by the way, had finally found his way to our new home… it took him a while to get here, but he finally made it.  Best ask him if he may know how this garden happened to be, because all I know is I've been working working working day and night and night and day and then one day it all came into being… like magic.  And now people are saying how lovely this place is looking and what an outstanding change from what it was just a few months ago…  I am truly thrilled.

In the morning, a lovely bouquet of blue hydrangeas was waiting for me at the front door…

From Jane’s. 

 

I was told that my hydrangeas will grow to some rather big bushes and the window behind them most probably be almost completely hidden. I have no experience whatsoever with hydrangeas. Do they really grow that tall? My hydrangeas are in bloom but I haven’t’ done any cuttings, cause I have read that hydrangeas grow on new wood… and how far into the plant can one cut the flowers without damaging next summer’s bloom?  I dunno.

Basking in the sun in the stillness of mid-morning… enchanted by the songs of birds—the “pretty pretty pretty” flatteries of the Mockingbird mingling with the “chowee chowee” chirrups of those other birds, and over there farther down the privet, the chanting of the ravens. And there are those huge fat types of bumblebees fluttering the idle hours away; over my head in boisterous concerts of buzzing and burrowing into the wood. I have learned that these creatures are called the Carpenter Bumblebees… they insist in destroying the gutters of our roof. And there are big menacing orange wasps such as ones I’d never seen. Every creature visits now and then… but I’m not afraid of their nearness. Of none of them. Nor of their buzzing or bustling or humming hustles and bustles all around me. They don’t troubled me at all; except perhaps, for the Yeppers Creeper the mosquitoes. I’m learning that I’m allergic to them… They're driving me insane...

Anything new, or exciting, or interesting going on in your neck of the woods?

Please do share!