i sit outside as i write this, the days have turned so beautiful that it is a sin to be indoors. in spite of a four day heat wave, i have spent most of my waking hours here, watering the new plantings twice a day since they haven't developed a good root system yet and the santa ana winds have already broken two branches off our trees. they are my babies: cosmos, sweet peas, yarrow, sages of various types, hollyhocks, roses, malva and black eyed susans as well as melons and beets and tomatoes all competing for my love.
i have tilled and nurtured the soil with Amend, tossed and turned that soil, watered and watered it over, the sweet smell of manure an assuring scent of blooming things to come. it will take time; the pierre ronsards alone take three years to become robust according to a friend. but what joy to see each little planting grow, give fruit and reward me.
i love to create little spaces, small garden vignettes so that everything tells a story.
this little darling accompanies me next to the kitchen sink as i hand wash dishes, connected to my love of running water.