My Piano Man Captures a Sweet Family Moment

My in-laws’ garden grows all sorts of beauties. This summer, we were greeted by bright roses, fragrant basil, and a black-eyed Susan dressed in blushing autumnal yum.

The garden was the center of this year’s vacation. My Piano Man spent most of his time building a raised garden bed. Watching him work was fun and then some… *giggles*.

Yes, I helped. I needed a socially acceptable reason to have fun with a sledgehammer, an ax, a cutter mattock, a shovel…

Don’t believe that it was all work. There was county fair enjoyment, birthday celebration, sunset delight, relaxing at the beach…

…the Little Princess made herself into art and everything.

My favorite picture from the trip: while my Piano Man tries to capture a sweet family moment (he shared his intent), the Little Princess completely ignores him (she was busy screaming at crows), my in-laws don’t hear him (they were looking at a barge that was transporting a house), I show my maturity and attentiveness by sticking my tongue out. But, be honest, he is so handsome that you probably wouldn’t have noticed us anyway.

Our trip to Friday Harbor is always the perfect end to the summer. It gets us ready for the madness to come. October is nuts around here—fall shows for my Piano Man, pre-winter tests for me, and Nature doing her yearly striptease… one leaf at a time. Perfect.

 

Passion in Bloom

I can’t garden as much as I would like, but I can still delight in watching my wild witchy garden grow… and bloom. I care for 20 something green babies, but only two of them flower—the daisy in autumn and the passiflora in spring. The latter just offered a late spring gift:
Passion Flower (1)

The whole house smells delicious. I can’t stop myself from walking to the vine, and inhaling the flowers’ yumminess from up-close… or from playing with the tendrils:
Passion Flower (2)

 

Nature is such a crafter, isn’t she? You leave her alone for bit… and she weaves wonders:
Passion Flower (3)

I’m not growing any vegetables at the moment. I was too sick to start the seeds when the time was right. I might buy a plant… I miss grabbing a tomato or a pepper from my own garden.

On the writing front, I’m editing and rewriting for my next short story collection. I’m taking it very slow… enjoying the process. I’m writing a tale or three in between. I’m living and grinning. What about you, my Wicked Luvs? What have you been up to?

A Wild Witch’s Urban Garden

My plants, especially the mango tree, make me homesick… and make me feel at home; yes, at the same time—homesick because my memories of my Dominican Republic taste of sweet mango juice running down my arms as I sink my teeth greedily into the ripe fruit. Watching the small mango tree (all 3 of them) grow in my living room, tended by my hands… puts all sorts of grins on my face. My homeland is far away, but I’m growing home anew around me.

The other day, while watering and speaking to my dear green babies, I composed the haiku I’ve included below each photo… Oh, the avocado—a real jokester—told me to stop trying to take all the credit; they helped. 😉

Mango in Containersweet mango
home, longing for fruit—
transplanted

Pepper in Container
once cloud kissed,
the bite will be sweet—
my pepper

Passion Flower in Container
scented winds
with passion blooming—
purple bliss

Avocado in Container
a strong tree
for guacamole—
greenish mush

Daisy in Container
spring’s easy,
my hardy daisies—
love the fall

for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform