Lady Banks She Dead

With apologies to Joseph Conrad, I cannibalized his famous Heart of Darkness line when I found the main stem of my beloved Lady Banks' rose was truly brittle,done in by Debbie. I kept hoping I would see a tiny sprig of returning green. After all, the coontie palm came back from the dead as did three of the four camellias. Even the limequat rose from the ashes. But the Lady is not coming back. Her demure, golden glory will not grace the jasmine arch this year. I will miss her.

Florida Fall Where Laziness Finds Respectability

It's still too hot to turn over too much soil. I wander around the HOCS Jardin watching dilettante butterflies dive into masses of golden cosmos and crazed,writhing cardinal vines . Somehow the entire scene reminds me of a concert where the gorgeous groupies are yelling,"Looking at me.Look at me," and the star is deciding who he will favor with his attentions.

Planting an Icon Grads

Three graduates of the first, "Planting an Icon" class, a celebration of seed, soil,sun and God's sustaining spirit. Huge thanks to three wise women!