"Ain't she sweet?/ Pollen stickin' to mah feet..."
"Old friends, sit in a garden like bookends..."
Damsel fly, golden in the evening sun.
Broke the pot for one of the catnip plants, immediately planted it, and marked it with the broken pot. Apparently, it rooted happily, and is regrowing leaves.
4 comments:
The clay of the broken pot can act as a slow water release system. It isn't a terrible idea, for sure.
Splendid contrasting colours - flowers with personality.
I love tales of you and your garden.
Phil,
And keeps me from stepping on it.
RR,
I really do anthropomorphize way too much, but they speak to me...
Isabelle,
It's a little world out there.
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