This is by far the coolest thing I’ve ever planted. You know those potatoes that are always growing in the fridge? This it’s cousin. Yep, I stuck it in the dirt in this
A tide pod container!
I read up on growing potatoes and it said the time to reap was when the leaves started looking a little wilty. It started looking like that to me two weeks ago. But I curved my enthusiasm..or is it curb.
Anyway, today I could wait no more. Now I know how those little potatoes end up being a party to the harvest. They grow like a family – parents and children.
I put the plant back in another pot with a really big potato attached to the stem. Wonder if that’s the same one I planted…I don’t know if it’s done, but we shall see.
Well, these parents and children are going in the saucepan with olive oil, garlic and the few string beans that was ready.😊
A happy Saturday to you😊
A peony from my garden.
Again featuring leaves from my humongous hosta plant. I was playing with sunlight, or was it playing with me..
I took this one in the garden in the fall. It was the only splash of color still left in the garden.
I couldn’t believe this lantern was still on the stalk. It survived the winter, just hanging on. It looks downright ornamental!
in the life
of a chinese lantern
It drizzled all day today. The sky is entrenched in that winter gray. I decided to go see what was going on in the garden. It was still asleep, mostly. With hints of green in the pots at the garden’s edge. Nothing is defined though, could all just be wild things as far as I could tell.
A seagul cries. I look skyward just in time to see it soar across the gray and see its partner answer, then follow it.
My eyes move to the bare branches of that small tree. It gets those fragrant white blooms that entice many birds in the spring. I think it starts out wiith berries. Its the water cooler of the back yard. I still don’t know what it is but it smells heavenly. It smells like spring.
among strewn decay
crisp tall grass and withered vines-
fragile heather blooms
For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, poet’s choice this week.
And for Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub
It is near autumn in my garden. Brown patches of dried leaves are here and there. They were caught up in the tussle between the hibiscus, and the strangling pumpkin vine from the neighbors yard. That thing had the hibiscus by the neck, in a deep bow, with two weighty pumpkins hanging off it.
The other vines that climbed the dangling cable are now crispy and brown. They owe their fate to the other pumpkin vine that was headed their way. It had to be stopped.
the lantern flower
as still as the morning air
the last pop of color
where the prompt is Air & Lantern
in my garden on this
cool near- autumn day
two butterflies and a bee
seem to be at play