88 degrees and ten percent humidity right now (7:40 p.m.); nice gardening weather but I did almost nothing today. I’ve decided to train the rabbits to eat nothing but weeds. Problem solved. Not sure who I’ll get to do the watering.
I did wander out with the Coolpix just now after I noticed this mass of whiteness. Lilium candidum again, having the best year ever.
Okay, I’m probably just a sap for stuff like this. I am getting rid of this strip of grass, replacing it with ‘Hachita’ blue grama, eventually, but meanwhile, it needs to be mowed.
This is the ultimate, sustainable lawnmower, size extra-compact. Fuels itself as it mows. Noiseless.
Like at Findhorn (if you saw the movie My Dinner With Andre), we have an understanding. You mow the nice, healthy grass, and I’ll raise no objections. For some of the things you really like, but I want too, I’ll put cages around them even if human visitors find the cages gross. Or sprinkle the area with Plantskydd so you get the message.
In the buffalograss next door, I found that, when the lawn was just plugs, the more the plugs got mowed in this way, the more the grass sent out runners. Just like nature intended.
the miserable gardener 