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| My side of the Moon |
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October 30, 2005 |
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PART TWO... |
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This is the view into the back yard. The remains of my potager and herb gardens lie oh-so-decoratively before you, just beyond the garden hose. When the rosemary blew over, it took the raised beds with it. See those concrete edgers lying about?
Two diamonds down are the most encouraging remnants of my yard ... the baby coontie palms we planted two years ago as homes for the endangered native Atala butterflies actually survived pretty well.
Then there are the veggie beds. I think there are two onions and a couple of baby carrots still trying to make it. We'll replant later this week.
AThat white thing at the back of the yard was my privacy fence/passionvine support. The whole area in front of it was a nectar garden for butterflies and hummingbirds. There's a thick pole-like object at an angle in front of the blue blob. That was our palm tree, which wiped out a section of fence and ficus hedge. It's still dangling there precariously, giving me pure fits of anxiety until we can get some help removing it --- I'm expecting it to come down on its own the rest of the way sometime soon, and I don't want any casualties! |
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Ficus hedge, tipped over, decked with storm-driven plastics. Festive, yes? |
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This stump (front right) was the bo?ttlebrush tree where the wild Quaker parrots used to feed. Note the hummingbird feeder standing akimbo in what used to be my favorite perennial and salvia bed. |
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Whattaya know! I found one of the orchids that used to hang in the bottlebrush tree. (This plant was blooming last time I saw it...) I popped it up onto the stump for dramatic effect. Oooooh, dramatic, yes? The real drama will be seeing if this creature can survive having lost all its leaves, flowers, and a few roots along the way. |
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And in the wreckage of the perennial garden. The hibiscus, golden dewdrop, and native vines that sheltered them are gone. Yet still, the annual arrival of the lovely, quiet Rain lillies ...
Even after all the trauma and drama, remember that there is very much beauty surrounding us still. We've been blessed with the opportunity to look a little more closely to find it. |
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