Up early, prowling around with the camera, Mr. Agave has an eerie glow in his new, most likely temporary quarters:
Lately I’m feeling a little salvage goes a long way in a small garden. But one more, cast concrete rather than iron, that’s been overrun by creeping
fig on the back wall: (edited to add this is a salvaged concrete urn, not a grate, just slightly off the topic of grates and into general salvage)
Where I found more labrador violets and hellebores seeded into the brick terrace at the base of the wall (and where a friend found me):
Hello furry friend!
Your photographs are a gorgeous escape from the melting snow and mud here in Upstate New York. So glad I found your blog.
Glad you found me too. Aren’t blogs great for cyber-traveling when your garden is out of season? I’m looking forward to all those lush gardens now buried under snow. Cheers, Denise