Friday, 17 June 2022
At home
I started weeding by the front driveway, mostly long grasses. A tag alerted me to a precious new Grevillea rivularis, buried under a burgeoning Geranium ‘Rozanne’, still small enough to move successfully.


I figured when I got the weeding done, I’d take more photos. Just as I was on the last clump of grass, Patty, who lives two blocks away, came by with her compost for our kitchen waste bin. As we chatted, rain began…again! So we took shelter in my outdoor office….Alicia’s covered back porch.

Allan noticed other residents in Alicia’s back garden.

The rain simply did not let up. I reminded myself it means we don’t have to water Long Beach planters on Monday. It’s a three day holiday weekend for Juneteenth and watering on a holiday Monday is difficult.
I still felt frustrated. I’d had big plans to weed in the back garden, as well.

I suddenly remembered that rain meant I could read a garden memoir manuscript by “Hairy Toe Gardener” who often comments on this blog. She’d mailed it to me. And it was excellent. I loved it all to bits and hope it gets published so that you can read it, too. She gardens in Texas, a different world and a climate even more difficult than I had imagined, and she likes upcycling, loathes bright white security lights, and we have various other things in common. We have so much in common that I wish she lived on my block.
Allan noticed Skooter pouting over the rain. When it stopped, he found a place to lie where Alicia had run the strimmer through some montbretia. It made a nice nest. Even with the rain turned to mist, I kept reading the memoir all afternoon.


Faerie curled up indoors…

…and also read with me for awhile.
