You can call me the accidental gardener. I bought a rosemary plant a year or so ago. I planted it in the corner garden and then promptly forgot about it. I saw it whither down to a dehydrated stump during verano, all pitiful and sorry looking, and then promptly forgot about it.
While I was out walking this afternoon I noticed the long forgotten plant that I thought had died long ago, and BEHOLD! A beautiful, thriving plant, all odorous and in my face. I snapped a stem and waved it under my husband's nose. Look what I found!
He in turn, waved it under Miss Maddie's nose. She smelled it and then tried to eat it (we are in that stage). We sat her down on the stone wall, her little feet stirring the rosemary leaves, the smell enveloping us. So, this is what people say about enjoying the outdoors with family. It sure is nice... until the chitras tear you apart.
I am getting into gardening again, so it must mean that I am feeling positive and upbeat about my future. So, um yeah... I guess! Been relocating some cacti and spreading the (dirty) love. Gardening is not an easy activity, nor is it clean and dainty. Its messy. strenuous and damn right dangerous. Yes. Especially when all the potting and putzing around has been a mere foot from this dude:
And here I was thinking I had been so safe by eyeing my surroundings just in case. This particular vine snake has been hanging around the vicinity for quite awhile. He hasn't been aggro, so we haven't relocated him, yet. Hubs was on board for some bbgun quick death, but I argued for the slithery creatures life. Anyhow, he isn't poisonous, just creepy*. Long live the snake in the Year of the Snake!
* Not a big fan of the limbless dudes.