An Early Taste

The end of the school year is approaching way too quickly, and finding time to write has been a lost cause these last few weeks. I have been neglecting just about everything around the house, but there are a few things that have been getting along just fine without my interference.

In spite of my announcement that I was not going to plant anything this year (too much work, not enough space, not enough direct sunlight), I have still managed to fill large sections of the backyard with pots and planters.

So here is a pictorial tour of things that get along just fine, without any help from me, thank you very much.

A lovely little heuchera that I have carted from one house to the next. She blooms the tiniest, sweetest little white flowers on wispy little stalks. My beach rock collection got a little too overwhelming for the house, so now there are piles around the patio.

All ready and waiting for the sun.

An offspring heuchera of the original that jumped into a neighboring strawberry pot (see the green baby berries?!) We have one-hundred and fifty strawberry plants throughout the yard in various planters, and I still only manage to get one or two berries every summer. You have to get up awfully early to beat the pint-sized berry pickers at our house.

Bright, cheerful primary color plastic pots for $3 - $5 from Walmart. They're filled with herbs, squash, a tomato plant, and assorted beans.

A recycled kid toy. Used to be a play sink; now it's the home of an army of salad greens.

Peas. Lovely, pretty Peas.

I love watching bean and pea plants grow, especially the little curling, grasping tendrils that cling to everything.

As much as I enjoy the peas, I almost like the delicate, colorful flowers more.

And last, but not least, a couple of photos just for fun. I love rust. Actually, I hate rust. It means something is about to fall apart, but I do love the way it looks. So many subtle color variations and it just looks downright pretty to me. So I guess I should say I love to photograph rust. I still hate it when it's on my stuff.

This is a photo I took while out camping with a friend and our kiddos that I get to have displayed in the city art museum for an exhibition. These scruffy deer were as surprised to see me as I was to see them. Neither of us moved for some time. I think it was like a game of chicken. They were waiting for me to move, and that sure wasn't gonna happen. So while we dared each other with our eyes to make a move, I got quite a few lovely photos.