Me and Mine
There’s a fine wind blowing this morning, with rain. But it’s only a tad. Nary enough to lift the red ring on the rain gauge that’s shows me the level. Still, cool air and moisture is a fine spring combination for the plants and trees and they’re all having a good time. The scarlet sage I transplanted has settled into its new ground in the north fence garden beneath the Chinquapin Oak. The Mealey Sage in the same garden is strong, tall and healthy as are the two Gregg’s Mist Flowers.
All three of those plants are spreaders and occupiers and it will be fun to see how it all plays out over the seasons. One of the Mist Flowers already has an offspring growing at its feet. Speaking of occupiers, children of the Eve’s Necklace have sprung up all over the place as have offspring of the Mesquite growing in the wildflower garden. You have to love the natives who prosper when they find a nice home, although sometimes they take root in odd places and have to be denied the opportunity to mature there.
Of course, all of this will soon turn to summer when the sun will demand it’s due and extract a tax in moisture that ground and plants alike will have to surrender whether they like it or not. This will be my time to protect the innocent, to share the rainwater I’ve collected and help the weak survive until the sun heads off to pester other climes. I believe that’s a symbiotic relationship. I get the beauty of the flowers and the shade of the trees and they get water, care, and a safe place to be.