A New Path

As if we don't have enough paths around here! Dirt, concrete, cobblestone, gravel. Through grass, woods, over granite and across streams. Human and animal. Stepped, sloped, rarely level sometimes dangerously slippery. Almost all adorned with ferns. And so what do I decide we need? Another path of course. Weaving through the new ginkgoes where the hemlocks once grew crossing from the crescent to the cobbles curving down around the emerald. Or from the central garden to Lee HQ. Depends on one's perspective I suppose. Not yet finished, shall always be tinkered with.

Weeding wisteria

So about every three days or so I weed out wisteria starts from underneath a crape myrtle in our courtyard. This tree is pretty stout and supports wisteria, trumpet vine, evergreen clematis and probably something else for all I know. The wisteria is a harbinger of spring and has already bloomed out. But, for two glorious weeks or so a massive pale purple cloud hovered above our courtyard and over the roof of our house and the sweet scent breezed down. Now dried petals snow down and the new tendrils whip out aloft. It is a fecund plant! And now all those seeds dropped from last year are pushing up. They'll keep growing and I'll keep weeding and we'll do the same dance next year.

Surprise!

Time keeps on slipping. Have been gardening, joyfully, and taking care of two little boys, joyfully. However, that leaves little time for anything else! Found this surprise in the garden yesterday: a morel. It started to deteriorate today. Probably because of the heat. It is in the eighties as I write this. Little early for that nonsense!