In my thoughts, I went over my imaginary to do list:
Mop the trail between the beds where I have just weeded, cleaned and planted purple and pink impatiens.
Water the new plants.
Water the Weigela bush I had planted few days ago.
Spread some pellets to stop slugs eating the purple violets.
Water the sweet peas and cucumbers.
Water and prune the small English dogwood which slowly takes a shape of a dinosaur.
And water the herbs’ pot.
“No” I told myself “I will plant the second tray of flowers tomorrow.”
I completed my assignments, enjoyed again and again the view of the bed with the new and the old flowers.
The sun was advancing towards the Pacific, but it was still high in the sky. The sky was deep blue, the light colored the garden with special fresh shades and I could not resist taking some photos.
The roses,in front of the house,still have a grandiose show.
The new rose, with purple petals and strokes of white, blooms like a shy girl.
In the backyard, under the kitchen window, the roses, the Irises, the Columbine and the Foxgloves are woven together wildly. I love the jungle of flowers in this corner.
The Lilies are starting to bloom in many corners.
The king of the flowers, the Amaryllis, rises from the bulbs. A special chapter will be later devoted to the elegant Amaryllis flower.
On the fence between us and our neighbors several different Clematis vines are climbing. Looking at them closely I discovered that most of the flowers have four petals, some have six petals and some have five petals. I take a close up photo and the texture and the design of the petal comes out clearly.
Last,I look at the Chamomile flowers. I have not yet tried making tea from the flowers.
While writing the blog I found out that slug pellets might kill birds. The article has some suggestions how to create an anti-slug garden. Apparently there are some slug resistant plants. Now I have to study the list of plants and bring some of them to the garden. I would like to attract birds to the garden,not to kill them. The best suggestion, in the article, is to attract slug predators. The paragraph ends with the exciting words: “Hedgehogs, foxes and badgers all eat slugs.”
I ended the day with a thought: “My grandchildren would love to have a hedgehog strolling slowly in the garden. I remember one morning in my childhood. I was three or four years old, my father waked me up and lead me out to the yard. A wooden box was standing up side down on the balcony. Slowly my father lifted the box. Underneath a hedgehog was curling.”
When Amos and I lived in Shlomzion Hamlka Street, Haifa,hedgehogs were living in the fields around the house. More than once, Amos succeeded to capture one under a box, but in the morning, when he and the girls lifted the box with excitement, the Hedgehog was gone.
