Adventures in Urban Gardening
I hid a few seeds in the earth. Watered. Waited. Was anything happening in the darkness? I felt foolishly hopeful.
The handsomest anole.
A harvest of French pole beans. (AKA something I will forget in the fridge.)
A spiky friend of mine, the Gulf Fritillary caterpillar.
Passionvine flowers will never not look like some stunningly beautiful alien life-form.
This Saltmarsh moth would like you to know that moths can be just as beautiful as butterflies and that moths are nighttime pollinators.
My Irish soul reveled in the rain that patterned my painting.
Scarlet Runner Bean you have my heart. I will not eat your furry pods though. It’s a texture thing.
I love the garden at dusk. The mosquitos love me at dusk. And the garden loves us all.
Ned the crow caws once more before flying off into the gathering darkness.