The lacecap hydrangea is starting to blossom and I think the flowers are going to be bigger and fuller this year as they are getting more light since we cut down that cherry laurel. They are so pretty but honestly, I think the regular hydrangeas are just as beautiful. The former owners of the house planted these and I suppose if I was motivated enough, I could plant some of the more common ones.
I spent most of the day outside as it is once again relatively cool and dry and these days are about to disappear and we shall not enjoy such temperate weather again until next fall. When I checked my weather widget today I almost fell out of my chair when I saw that it is predicting highs of 99 in a week.
I may die.
Anyway, yes, I worked outside. I did the dreaded chore of trimming the deadly and toxic Canary Island date palms but only pierced myself once as I had the proper tool- a pair of loppers rather than my usual pruners. I probably pruned them and the cabbage palms back too much but whatever. I also trimmed some magnolia limbs which have been dipping lower and lower to the ground. The tree in my backyard must be ancient. It is so tall and I suppose that gravity is having its way with the limbs, just as it is doing with various parts of my body.
I got on my knees and began the never-ending yearly assault on the crocosmia which I know some of you grow ON PURPOSE but which here is a nightmare invasive.
Oh well. What would I do with my vast spare time if I did not have invasive plants to obsess over and pull out?
While I was down on my knees under the magnolia tree, the chickens came over to help, as they like to do. They are curious and interested whenever I am working out in the yard, hoping no doubt that I will turn up something interesting for them to eat. They do the same when Mr. Moon is working outside.
I swear to you, I do not know what I would do if I didn't have this yard, this little piece of peace where things grow, even the things I wish would not, where we can watch the seasons change, every year a miracle, where birds both domestic and wild allow me to be part of their stories, to observe their lives, where we can grow food to eat, where we can get our hands in the dirt.