A while back I mentioned that my mother’s philosophy of raising children was one of benign neglect. Bonnie, mother of eleven children, joked, "And that’s a bad thing?" I say no. It certainly was the case on occasion around here and now that the kids are somewhat gone I’m continuing the tradition with my garden, which is also a child of mine. My energy for tending it comes in fits and starts, sort of like my energy for parenting. But I guess when I do tend to things, I do it well. At least I’m pleased with the outcome, both with the children and the garden. Here is a series of photos I took today.
As you can see, I go for the wild cottage garden, bordering on weed pile, effect. But in the midst of things there are some fine specimens and the promise of a good crop of tomatoes, per usual. (Lu will be happy to know that I’m about to post a series of homemade pasta sauce, hot sauce -4 levels going all the way to Hell- and gazpacho recipes.) I noticed the last load of compost in the wheel barrow was flourishing today when I went out to check on the peppers and tomatoes.
In my garden you just have to look close to get beyond the big (messy) picture.The little bee photo is magnified times five. That’s a solitary Lobelia flower measuring less than 1/2 inch and the bee is less than 1/4 inch. I couldn’t decide whether he was a baby or a dwarf.