Maya in Wonderland

my fuschia is spectacularly happy and I saw a hummingbird whirring around it this afternoon. Domestic bliss!

every two years or so, I get this bud of a green thumb. It bit late last summer and I started off with a whole mess of plants, but in my world, they have to be pretty good at taking care of themselves and between the tempermental and the caterpillars, only a few have survived. Having said that, the remaining are quite happy.

mint (which almost died) is all bushy, the geraniums are threatening to bloom

the rosemary continues to flourish after a winter of providing me with lovely roasted potatoes

and it even looks as though the little Christmas tree that could will be around for another season

(nice planting job, dad!)

the sad part about the little potted drama on my back porch is that this is the hill behind the apartment -

Crazy-covered with lupin. No extra water, no fertilizer. Just happy as can be.

and I’ll admit that I find it the tiniest bit irritating, but mostly?

just gorgeous

So I’ve developed this mad desire for plants, stemming from a particularly virulent sweet potato that grew itself silly, no soil, no water (as potatoes have want to do). Now I have geraniums and lavendar and a bunch of purple things and some other things that were discounted at the nursery.

Benign neglect. That’s the watchword and also what I’m hoping that they’ll thrive upon, because that’s about all I’ve got to give.