Poor, quiet blog. It is not that I don't love you. Concentration and focus have been pushed elsewhere. I silently speak to you often. Now I am here.
The winter was a record low snow year in the West. Never have we seen that much dirt and grass on slopes. The snow happened in March, walloping us on home ground. Hundreds of pounds, and hundreds of cubic yards of trees and shrubs fell to the earth in my tiny place. Twice, in two separate storms, which also included a prolonged electrical outage. Nature's decluttering of the plantscape pushed mine. Things are being chopped. Things are being planted. Plans are leafing out. (There is no forgotten 't' in that word.)
The growing season has been amazing. The 90/90s (more than last year) have kept me hiding in the house. The weeds have taken over, but the deck plantings are rampant. The useful edibles (basil, parsley, rosemary, scallions, chives, shishito peppers, thai dragon peppers) had to be repurchased and replanted after the tick-sprayers sprayed them too. Between voles, deer, rabbits AND human despoilers, the garden is always active.
I was looking to take pictures of a nice plant combo I created, mostly by accident. One cannot aim a camera at the deck without getting strafed by the warrior ingrates. (You know them as hummingbirds. We know them as bullies and gluttons. We love them regardless.)
The first one is Mom, working hard to get ready for the migration. The second is a teenage girl, scruffy, fluffing herself incessantly, and giving us the stinkeye for capturing all the grooming.