Baby Voodoo

This is the absolute latest rising of the Voodoo Lilies that I can recall. It seems they would be fully leafed out around the end of June in the past. I could go back in time on the blog and find out. The worldwide record heat wave is slow to reach the mountain top thank you very much.

I can't help myself. I made a tray of baby voodoo. They hang on the front porch for the summer with the house plants I am not supposed to have. I can't help myself. Plants just multiply around me.

I felt pretty sick all week after the last chemo. Other than going for a new CT scan, I did not get much past the front porch all week. Good thing I have some pretty on the front porch to meditate on. The oncology nurse said that the chemo gets progressively worse when I called to whine about the troubles I was having. One more to go.

The sick lifted on Friday after I got myself fully re-hydrated. I wandered down to the basement patio for a closer look at the summer meadow with ever more weed flowers in bloom.

The garden misses me. Its fate after my passing is written in the editing and maintenance I don't have the energy or flexibility to do right now. After all these years of tinkering, the meadows are having a very good bloom year without me. I just want it to look nice for the party when my ashes are spread.

On the edge of life and death, I watch the garden grow and endure. If I was a rich man, I would hire myself a real gardener, such a nice thing to have. But I am a contented peasant gardener who has lived his whole life outside.

Accumulation

Nineteen plants were reduced down to two of this group of five. Five is still more than zero. I am not a rolling stone.

The leaves are falling in hurricane waters and the next near freeze is scheduled for the end of the week. I will have a house full of plants again. Some of them did not make it back outside from the test run.

Is this not one fine looking piece of junk? It came with a spring loaded fuel can.

That fits in what I take to be an old kerosene heater like this. It has lamp plant stand written all over it.

The first big fall of leaves in hurricane waters is underway.

In the Land of the Crooked Shed.

A profound change of what is is pulsating all around. The Posh Estate has been sold. I can only go with the flow. I will however be needing a shiny trinket.

On The Front Porch In A Summer Shower

It's all good.
It was hot today.
I needed the rest and the roadside vegetable garden needed a drink.

Where did all these plants come from?

Fat drops on a hot metal roof

And a bear seen crossing the road.

There Was A Culling

The hot sun has given way to a stationary monsoon. The former indoor plants are getting their first real bath in six months. One Angelwing Begonia derived from a squirrel attack cutting. Two Ponytail Palms grown too large for the outdoor pot that stays outside. Three Amaryllis rescued from a flood. And the list goes on.

This year's roadside vegetable was started while the sun was out. I'm in no hurry. I've come to think I get better results by waiting until June to fully plant the vegetable garden. There will be fine produce to share at some point. The trees aren't even fully leafed out yet.

I caught a case of the vapors while editing. I have been reacting to pollen in ways that never happened before. The oddest thing is that wearing reading glasses I can walk around with is what helps the most by keeping all that tiny particulate floating around in the air out of my eyes. There has to be an eye/sinus connection.

In the beginning, in the Time of Creation

There was a culling. A great many New England Aster were removed from the meadow, compost in the path. The will to live is fierce. In a stationary monsoon, culled prone asters are rising back up towards a hidden sun.