My activity outside has been radically altered by knee replacement surgery last Tuesday.
I have tried for a little sun-therapy along with my physical therapy each day...
our little back porch providing an easily-accessible spot.
I still rely on the printed copies of exercises here at home
and take advantage of a couple of railings for stability when outside.
Yesterday, the wind wafted the pages from the seat of my walker.
My husband was temporarily off the property,
so rather than foolishly attempting to retrieve them myself,
I threw a few weights on top of them to hold them safely until he returned.
(One gets very creative when faced with such challenges!)
What a beautiful season!
How disappointed I am not to be able to do simple tasks like:
picking up the walnuts falling rapidly from the tree
snipping off the sucker shoots growing from some young trees and bushes
emptying water accumulating in the birdbath
dead-heading the white roses that stubbornly refuse to quit blooming
He called me away from my pleasurable read (My Garden, the City and Me: Rooftop Adventures in the Wilds of London, by Helen Babbs) to tell me,"You ought to go look at those plants you brought from Dave's" (my brother who lives in North Carolina).
After marking my place carefully, I did!
They've been slow to take hold in the northeast Indiana spot
in which I casually plunked them a few years ago.
This IS the best I've seen them!
And how I love the variegated leaves and demure lavender flowers!
(Actually, I think I've divided them a couple of times.
Maybe I interfered with their intentions,
but now that I've established a bit of a border,
I think I'll leave them alone to do their thing.)
Can anyone tell me what they are;
...and have I asked that before?????
There's really no getting around THIS part of maintaining one's flower beds...
and he's been hard at it this week!
Another bed....Another day
The results have been gratifying.
As some have said:
can grow on bowling balls in airless rooms, and there is no known way
to kill it that does not involve nuclear weapons. ~Dave Barry
I always think of my sins when I weed. They grow apace in the same way and are harder still to get rid of. ~Helena Rutherfurd Ely, A Woman's Hardy Garden, 1903
But make no mistake: the weeds will win; nature bats last. ~Robert M. Pyle
Weeds are nature's graffiti. ~Janice Maeditere
They know, they just know where to grow, how to dupe you, and how to
camouflage themselves among the perfectly respectable plants, they just
know, and therefore, I've concluded weeds must have brains. ~Dianne
Benson, Dirt, 1994