Every now and then, my brain goes on hiatus. Don’t you love that word? When I was younger and much more into watching the three networks that broadcast programs on television way back then, such a limited selection but we watched so much more of them, the new shows would premier in the fall, run their course through spring then go into reruns during the summer. The show’s cast would be on hiatus during that time, free to pursue other interests. My brain is doing that, pursuing other interests. Above: Japanese anemone, Anemone hupehensis ‘Praecox’
Ideas for posts usually just pop into said brain, uninvited, informal like a dear friend sticking their head inside the kitchen door asking if there is time for tea and a chitchat before beginning the chores of the day. Photos are taken, viewed as a slide show and the words write themselves. Above: fall blooming Crocus speciosus amidst Ajuga reptans
Not today. Images are snapped and free association happens as the slide show is viewed, but the story isn’t forming. There is no cohesive witticism flowing. We got nothing. Above: seed grown Rosa chinensis ‘Angel Wings’
Except I did want to share this variegated ivy that attached itself to the long wall from a nearby container planting. The container is long gone, but the ivy continues to grow on the concrete blocks. Sometimes, the leaves are not variegated at all, but a solid pale buttery yellow. With the cooler temperatures of fall, the stems also turn pinkish. I love those green-free leaves.
And I have been wanting to share with you this little grouping that has finally been placed in the hypertufa bonsai planter outside. A post about it can be seen by clicking here. The first little Chinese figurine fell apart after a couple of years of withstanding the freeze/thaw cycle that is our southeast Tennessee winter. This replacement was purchased, quite inexpensive, but it seemed so delicate and tree branches often fall from the silver maple overhead that it has been safely sitting on a shelf indoors. Until now. Life is for living. We want to see these Chinese men enjoying their tea and telling wise and interesting stories in the hypertufa miniature world out of doors. If something happens to fall on them, it was simply meant to be.
Wrapping it all up and tying it neatly with a bow, for those of you wondering what to do with all those hypertufa balls that have been made after reading this post…
…Make a squirrel obstacle course. Fall plantings of the sweet violas are a neon sign to the demon diggers who are looking for soft earth in which to bury the black walnuts. We have tried many obstructions, chickenwire, gravel mulch, large rocks, but the best idea hatched to date has been to use the cement balls to stymy the digging efforts. So far, so good. And so until next time, kiddies, onward!