What do you see in that picture? There's a camellia way over to the right and two Spireas which I can only identify because I planted them. Soon they will be putting out their tiny bridal bouquets and little green leaves but for the moment they are still only very thin brown stems. There is also some border grass growing where it should not and some other assorted weed-like plants, a fence, and a gate.
Do you know what you DON'T see there?
CANARY ISLAND DATE PALMS!
Between my evil wishes and the freeze and quite possibly some sort of disease or parasite, they are dead and gone. Mr. Moon got out there today and hacked at the roots and then chained them to his truck and pulled the fuckers out.
Never again will I be pierced by one of their needles and never again will I curse myself for planting them. Haha! Now of course I need to try and figure out what to plant in their place. I'd love to plant more cabbage palms because to me, they are Florida. But I suppose a few more camellias wouldn't hurt. Or cedar trees, which I love.
Oh dear. I suppose I shall have to go to the nursery and wander around to do research. That area does not get a whole lot of sun due to all of the oak trees in our yards here. Really, camellias are probably best suited as they do not mind being underlyers. In fact, they prefer that.
I have discovered what the name of the camellia was that my former next-door neighbor cut down when he moved in. I loved that camellia. Anyway, it was a Purple Rose Dawn. Here's a picture of what they look like.
"That's not the point," I replied.
I think it does.
I did some more mending on Mr. Moon's jeans. He absolutely told me that he wanted me to patch a heart on the rip he made. My old man is not what you'd call a hippie so I was surprised but delighted. We do still surprise each other sometimes.
"We're nice to each other," I said, "And maybe that's the secret."
At least with marriage, you get a long period of time, if you're lucky, to figure things out, to learn what works and what definitely doesn't, to let time sand away the sharp bits and encourage the growth of the good ones. With kids- well, basically after they move out of the house, they are exactly who they are and although we all change and grow as we age, there's little that a mama can do to alter that process.