|Those smaller sprouts are the pansies. I've been finding black tiny caterpillars munching on them. Boo.|
|The zinnia plot, with a stray four o'clock and the pacific beauties. They're hidden at the moment..well, you can see them on the left edge. I'll be showing them in a minute.|
|My wild sunflowers, pacific beauties, and zinnias. They make a nice autumn centerpiece. I need to clip some more....|
|Pacific beauty there.|
|Cosmos. Got one really fiery colored one a couple weeks ago, but it was swiftly gone. Cosmos don't last long! At least it seemed that way...maybe because it was so pretty....|
|This just came up as I was taking pictures! I was so excited! Apparently it's called a Privet Hawk Moth. I love these. They remind me of hummingbirds.|
|You know, I think my garden should be called The Garden Diner. Or The Flower Dive. It's become an insect restaurant. I love it.|
|Moonflowers and four o'clocks still going. I can see the signs though....they're getting ready for their rest.|
|I just really liked this close up. You can see its eyes!|
|I kept taking pictures, trying to get the tone and shade of this butterfly. This is the best one. Isn't it cute? I don't know what it's called. I just think they're pretty and adorable.|
|This is the heart of my iris...doesn't it look like a fairy could really just go to sleep in here? Yes, I'm whimsical. I love imagining fairies and little goblins jumping about.|
|My impatiens. They're doing better, but still have a way to go. Hopefully they'll bloom soon! In time to complement the other flowers. These will be orange. Baby Orange. I had hoped to pair them with johnny jump up--but they didn't survive. Bother.|
|Picture bending down and peering in, and seeing a fairy wake up and look at you in astonishment. What a thought!|
That's all of my pictures for now. Many are still going strong, others are feeling the call of autumn. In the meantime, I'll still tend them, encourage them to bloom for just a little while longer. Oh, and I need to water today.
But something that often happens as I'm in my garden, feeling the grass beneath my feet, is that I imagine myself walking across my very own yard, with my own tea kettle shrieking in my kitchen, with books and perhaps tv programs waiting for me. Or perhaps I'll just shut off the kettle, and take an evening walk under the colors of the deepening shades of dusk. I'd have that choice.
Granted, I'd still bring a knife or mace. As tranquil and perfect as the country feels to me, heaven knows that less lovely things sometimes have to be dealt with. And I like to be prepared.
Which reminds me...I have a little something to confess. You may or may not know I'm a big Doctor Who fan. But something that I've noticed, and very intriguingly I might add, is that when I'm watching Doctor Who consecutively, I have colorful, wild dreams. Like early yesterday morning. I dreamed I was an Aztec warrior man, in this beautiful place like Machu Picchu. Temples, and green vegetation everywhere. And there were these weasel-like animals that we kept around us, that represented the power of the spirits--they were like a vassal. They both symbolized and were the spirits--and there were good ones, and evil ones--and I remember glancing at some newcomers coming into the village with one, and I thought to myself, "That is an evil spirit". And then I and a lot of other warriors were running this way and that because the newcomers were colonial explorers, and they were invading and shooting muskets. And I got shot as I was trying to hide in a temple alcove! With a musket ball! That's never happened to me before. I remember it feeling uncomfortable...and getting rock bits blown in my face...but I kept running. Then I had to hide in the low vegetation. Shortly after that the dream ended. It was very interesting being an Aztec Warrior man with a spiritual culture, and getting shot with a musket ball. Very interesting.
But anyway! Just me rambling on about my wild dreams and fantasies. Today I'll be working on my poetry book, A Road to Count the Days By, and hopefully will get plenty of work done. I went to the library yesterday with family, and have my own weight's worth in books. Heaven knows if I'll finish them all. It's my eternal dilemma.
Time next time, (and hopefully with a frappacino in hand, I'm dying for one)
~ Miss Cocoa Latte