Out Walking

Should I mow the paths tomorrow? The maintenance gardener is feeling cranky and rebellious. Let it go wild. It takes a lot of new clients to make up for one Posh Estate.

In Forests And Meadows Head High

Button lounges in between excursions into the Lush.

Rudbeckia fulgida spreads itself about.

Fly Poison

In the Eyes of Creation

Lilac Beebalm

And smoking fungus

In places head high

I went for a walk in forests and meadows.

Filled with botanical glitter every step of the way.

On Hot Summer Nights

The okra grows. Meadows glitter in blooms. You can click on a picture for the slide show anytime. Pictures are better that way.

The readership of this blog is dwindling to a trickle. I don't write as many words anymore. That may be a factor. Is it time to move on? I tell myself I am leaving a digital archive of the 'aina as it was for people of the future. When owl chats you up on warm summer evenings.

I saw coyote this week.

There are rustlings in forests and meadows head high.

Uncle Ernie greets people passing through.

Along the scenic byway

A hidden cache of fine produce that has begun producing banana pepper, yellow squash and a much coveted cucumber.

Wild flowers wave in abundance

On hot summer nights

Joe Pye begins.

It has come to the point where I need to consider editing out some Joe Pye. We shall see. Not now.

Now I sit back and let it happen. On hot summer nights.

In The Garden

I heard the first katydid. 

Owl chatted me up last night. It is high summer.

I detect rotation.

Ku'ulei 'Aina

Fourteen years later.

With the fire breathing fungus.

A Walk In The Sunny Utility Meadow

Let's go up to the roadside first. I stopped to admire the chicory one morning.

The smoke from all the fires burning out west has been the absolute worst the last two days - so far. I have been seeing the smoke in the air for the last several weeks.

I have to stop and admire the chicory.

The western third of the North American continent is being incinerated bit by bit, year after year. The ripples from that will be powerful.

The thought of all that life being extinguished pains me. For some species it will probably mean extinction.

Enter the sunny utility meadow bursting with life. This is the slope behind the roadside vegetable garden.

Stop along the way.

To admire a fuchsia beebalm.

Welcome to Bulbarella's flower bowl.

It has a chimney.

Planted abundantly with flowers by Bulbarella

Tended and cared for by the invisible man.

The western third of the North American continent is being incinerated bit by bit, year after year.

To tend the earth and to garden is to build a living ark. We will be needing many gardens.