Many a garden visitor has commented on how lovely and unusual the black elephant ears were. Imagine my dismay when I realized in December that we neglected to bring this plant into the warmth of the garage for the winter! It surely wouldn’t have survived the freezing temperatures, being a tropical plant; or so I thought.
As the early spring weeks marched along with their parade of new growth here and there in the garden, I watched the pot for signs of life. Even the three winters it had spent in the garage, it didn’t thrive until the warm spring temperatures hit. When summer was only a few weeks away, I reluctantly brought the pot with a whole lot of nothing to my potting table to recycle the soil in it. Continue reading “Black Leaves Matter”
It’s not that there is a lack of bunnies in the yard; there are way too many! Those little monsters seem to know which plants are the most costly, and happily munch them to the ground. They’ll even chow down on stuff that’s supposed to be poisonous. Baby rabbits are the proverbial “dumb bunnies” and will eat any plant. They especially delight in munching just a tiny bit of stem, so that the plant is destroyed without being consumed. I’ve seen my Gerbera daisies mowed down by young rabbits.
Even with the surplus of those pernicious little rodent-like creatures in the yard, I still love my little life-size decorative resin bunny. He’s very polite, and has never wreaked destruction on the garden like those cute but naughty live rabbits. Continue reading “Completely overwhelmed”
The kitchen looked like a hospital for wounded soldiers of the garden.
Amputated iris rhizomes lie on neat little beds of paper towel squares as they dry off from their hydrogen peroxide disinfectant treatment.
The dreaded crown rot had attacked my favorite plants, due to the warm weather and ample rains last spring. A good half dozen of my iris varieties have succumbed to this often fatal disease.
The cure is drastic. Continue reading “Rescue the perishing”
Perhaps the fact that my father was a coal miner has sensitized me to the story out of Chile. Maybe my amateur explorations of undeveloped caves helps me feel for those men. Continue reading Certain Deliverance
“Now Saul spoke to Jonathan his son and to all his servants, that they should kill David; but Jonathan, Saul’s son, delighted greatly in David. So Jonathan told David, saying, ‘My father Saul seeks to kill you. Therefore please be on your guard until morning, and stay in a secret place and hide'” Continue reading Can A Friend Remain Silent?
52 miles per hour doesn’t impress many people these days, unless that’s the speed of a large naval vessel. And that’s what the Associated Press now reports: A new class of warships are posting speeds of about 44-45 knots (52 mph). The best speeds previously have been about 35 knots. Continue reading Rapid Rescue