I can never resist taking my own picture in the mirror on the pumphouse wall. Annie's pitcher on the table brings back memories of Annie Kerce, a little bird-like woman who wore a black dress and bonnet and lived in a stone house. When she died, her sisters gave me Annie's brass pitcher and a yellow bowl.
Jackmanii clematis, poor thing, fell to the indignities of the previous dog, then to the present one. I gave
him a piece of rebar for protection and he has climbed up to the crape myrtle that never blooms. Since it never blooms I figured it would make a fine trellis. The first blossom was chewed by a pest of some kind
but bloomed regardless.
The groundcover strawberries are bearing. They are small and sweet. I have to beat the dog to them.
We got 3.7 inches of rain the night of the 3rd. Everything is lush and green.
I am so tickled to have a seedling Pride of Barbados. Last spring the
cat stepped on my sprouted seedlings. This spring just when I had
given up and started to dump the lot, I found a seed with a root.
The little red Firecrackers just happened to be hanging down to get in the pic.