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Friday, August 6, 2021

A Garden of Pot Pourri

 I was thinking of Rumer Godden's An Episode of Sparrows, and the concept of "stolen" earth.   Can earth be stolen?  I suppose we could steal bags of potting soil, theoretically, though stealing anything just is not my thing. I cherish a letter Godden wrote to me when I was doing my dissertation.  Also, a letter from Tasha Tudor with her illustrations is among my most prized possessions.

We can't dig on other's property; this is trespass.  I wish my idiot neighbors knew that.  He keeps trying to claim my ravine is his, and he mows down  my papyrus and castor beans.  She keep trying to plant things I don't want, and to snoop.  Ridonculous.







My lawyer said to ignore it.  So, I do.  They can't claim adverse possession, and all the survey's taken show it's my yard.  

On to happier things.  Not a great year for flowers, but  I'm trying.  The ornamental red pepper seems to do the best.  It was only a dollar on sale.  Next, there are some colias thriving, as well as a red petunia that is doing well.  I did some fairy garden effects, not as many as usual, but here and there you can see them.

I see more bees; that's good.  Tip:  leave a spoon with sugar water near the plants.  It will attract and feed the bees.  Also, plant flowers and plants that bees love to pollinate.  Our local community college extension is offering classes on making your own compost.  I'm sure this is going around the country.

With more mask updates and another possible lock down coming, finding gardening and home projects is a good thing.  So is reading and writing and art work.  Those of us who have hobbies and collect have fared better over the last year; we things to work with at home and too look it.  Minimalist living is not for me; too much like a prison cell or hospital room.

To me, downsizing is bad.  We work all our lives for what?  To have our things taken from us, our individuality sacrificed, and we are locked in a sterile white room in some nursing home with nothing.  It is as if aging is a crime, punished by isolation and loneliness.

Sometimes, it can't be helped, but more and more people turn to private home care.  I did for my family; they stayed home with me, and kept their personality and individuality.  It's all important these days.

Thinking also of projects involving fall foliage and pumpkins.   I hate to think of winter, but October is definitely my month.