Mindfulness, Lack Of

Yesterday I was weeding the beds visible from the street (the ones I don't see from the house - out of sight, out of mind), when I noticed the scabiosa was absent. I kept picking up my feet, thinking I had stepped on it, but no, those pretty periwinkle flowers were in the basket. Those naked stems fooled me. I debated trying to stick it back into the ground, but I didn't think it would survive. My only consolation was the color was wrong for that side of the house, which is mostly yellow and maroon.

Yellow...



... and maroon - NOT!



A co-worker developed a landscaping plan for me about seven years ago, and while I have not followed it to the letter, it served as a great starting point and gave me more confidence about developing my little acreage. But most of the pre-existing plants, like the old-fashioned lilac, burning bush, creeping phlox, and this clematis, remain despite their clashing colors.

A couple of years ago, I thought it would be a good idea to move the succulents to the bed with the asplenifolia and yucca. Unfortunately, this idea was flawed, as the new location is not sunny enough for these fellows. A remnant of the hens and chicks remained in its old location and is now blooming.



This guy's cousins are slated to be moved to the pink bed on the south side of the house.

One of the wren houses has some twigs in it, and I hear the male singing in the neighbor's tree, but the house doesn't appear to be occupied. Yet. One can only hope.

And for those of you who think it would be great to sit on your deck and blog on a laptop, like I am doing right now, be forewarned that there is a lot of glare on the screen, and a few pesky insects. But there is also birdsong, fragrance, and color to excite the senses. Not a bad trade off.