Two families are living in the scrap wood birdhouses made by C.P.McDill Clematis and strawberries. Tomatoes are setting fruit. Broccoli hiding in it's own shade house in the background. A wee arborvitae. C.P.'s plantings are all tiny evergreen trees. I'm beginning to think he really likes them. My favorite dianthus pinks that smell like cinnamon, fading phlox, and a ...
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A lovely way to start the first morning of May is with a reminder of Lord Whimsy's post about David Brenner's moss garden. I love moss and don't care much obsessively trimmed blandscapes. There is a small cottage up ...
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I'm still floating in the mist. I think it's called a brain fog. The signs of life I refer to are (unfortunately) not mine. Not yet. They are outside, here on the coastal homestead among the flora and ...
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Take a walk down the stone steps into my garden. Quietly sneak past the guard and under the driftwood arch. Hot peppers galore. Abundance A field of cosmos 10 feet tall. A fig tree grew out of the compost. Surprise! C.P. made these birdhouses ...
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