Haven’t done a dot of gardening lately. It’s cold. It’s wet. The dominant color in my garden is brown, excepting those evil little green baby weeds in the backyard beds and walkways.
I suppose I should hula hoe them… and prune my roses, and yet…
It may take awhile for something or someone to pull me out of this gardening funk. Right now I am uninspired and yet… restless. Luckily, the garden doesn’t really need me right now. My houseplants do, though, so I continue to water my orchids and my new Stapelia cuttings and the cute little carnivorous plant a friend gave me.
Too bad that little meat eater hasn’t gobbled up all the ants that are wintering in my orchids. I’m not fanatical about poison, so the most they have to put up with at the moment is an occasional surprise monsoon from my kitchen sprayer. I keep meaning to buy some ant bait.
I do have a few photos to share from a recent trip to the newly greenified Academy of Sciences in San Francisco. Any place that checks you for butterfies on the way out of the elevator is cool in my book.
Take the Academy’s advice to visit mid-week in the afternoon to avoid crowds. Planetarium and 3-D bug movie tickets are first come, first served.
At the moment, I must scrounge up something edible for two unexpected guitar-wielding, teenage dinner guests. It’s Finals Week, the kids get out early all week, and my son has friends over. Par… tay! Oops, I mean high school U.S. History finals rock!
I would have been frantically cramming all night back in the day. My son is a genius slacker. Slacker genius? Anyway, he almost never studies, which both frightens and impresses me.
To the new year… a new season… new life bursting forth from tight, dormant buds. Oh, and a new president! Can’t wait to see what kind of rose is named after him. I bet they’ll call it the ‘Hope’ rose. It better not be a bush rose. Make it a bicolor grandiflora or a hybrid tea, please.