Category Archives: creatures
Hail To The Thief
Sub rosa footage taken through the kitchen door window late in the evening two nights ago. We thought a possum might be responsible for what was becoming the nightly theft of cat food, and that was exciting enough to contemplate. … Continue reading
While You Were Away
I swing between elation and despondency upon returning from an absence to be confronted by a garden that obviously carried on beautifully while I was away. Bravo, everyone is alive and thriving vs. sniffle, I am clearly superfluous. As usual, … Continue reading
Under A Big Tent
If I named my home at this moment, something I’ve been mulling over for a while, Hotel Chaotica would be a good fit. The big tent is coming next week under which death will be dealt to the termites chewing … Continue reading
Corgi in the Grass
You never know what creatures lurk in the tall grass. (Obviously trying to camouflage those ears amongst the aloe.)
From Ants to Squills
This fantastic architecture must have an equally fantastic pollinator, yes? The Giant Fork-Tongued Moth maybe? Well, let’s leave out mythical insects. What’s left would be the usual garden-variety pollinators, and possibly just ants. Just ants? Don’t let E. O. Wilson … Continue reading
Who’s Zoomin’ Who?
With salvias planted just a few feet away from windows and doors, humans and hummers are in constant close proximity here. This is by necessity, the constraints of a small garden, rather than by design. The fact is, hummers and … Continue reading
Dog’s Breakfast
British slang dating to about the 1930’s, meant to convey an unholy mess of dribs and drabs, a hodgepodge. Although origin is uncertain, it seems likely to have dated from the morning someone, possibly slightly hungover, dumped last night’s fried … Continue reading
Waking Up to White
Sometimes I seem to be sleepwalking when planning the garden. For example, how could I not have noticed this build-up of white-flowering plants? White valerian, agrostemma, diascia, Geranium maderense, arctotis, gaura, foxgloves. True, it surprised me this morning doing a … Continue reading
The Stuff of Nightmares
The mood: Moving through the garden in that dreamy, rapturous state that a gardener effortlessly attains when perusing spring growth early in the morning, usually trailing the hem of a robe on clammy bricks while drinking a steaming cup of … Continue reading
Cat on Pedestal
The pedestal being a stack of concrete that occasionally holds a pot or, as in this case, a cat named Newt, or is just left empty, a plinth crowded on four sides by the horticultural Darwinian struggle that is the … Continue reading