On arrival at the Patch he made himself immediately at home roaming and grumbling down our hallway. He has kept himself quite occupied this past week dusting pictures, getting the kids up for school, cooking full-English breakfasts etc. In fact now I cannot imagine our existence without him.
Adorning some old rags and a particularly acute case of halitosis, it appears he has a propensity for devouring large amounts of small plastic toys, postmen and all manner of disgusting things at the bottom of the garden.
Naughty, stinky Kreature-Kumo!
Freshening rains, cooler temperatures and darkened days have provided a welcome reprieve from the Texas sun this week. Sad loquats perked up, a couple of burgundy fountain grass were flattened and poor cactus-man (jr) took one for the team from a rather flatulent and highly accurate bird…
The irony here continues, allow me to recap on this opuntia paddle’s tragic existence and amazing resurrection story:
I spent 4 years pruning back a few opuntia paddles to enlarge them for a very specific and rather horrendous Patch experiment. Some of you may remember the endeavor.
I decided I was going to gouge eye-holes (and carve a mouth) in this opuntia paddle after seeing a picture of a successfully carved paddle in a popular gardening magazine.
After I had performed the “procedure” my massive cactus paddle went almost immediately into shock (I had apparently carved overtly enlarged features) as did the rest of his family (they shared a common root system).
Stress lines around the eyes appeared,
moisture seemed to be leaving his emaciated body on a daily bases, he grimaced and so did I every time I had to walk past him.
And then finally…
This is where it starts getting strange.
Some time later, after he was laid to rest, another cactus paddle mysteriously grew back from the roots at the exact same place and angle,
I inserted a tiny glass monocle into the smaller of his “new”eyes (I have no idea why), and now, after enduring all of this, a bird goes and does this:
I think he (the original paddle) may be trying to send me a message from across the veil.
“I have a “Cactus-Man” coming through for a gardening person on my left. I am getting an image of a green thumb and he is showing me three letters “ES..D?
He is communicating a horrible accident involving multiple family members…he keeps repeating Fis…Fisk…
Moving sharply along:
It is very sharp up here on this golden barrel plateau but well worth the hike, the cactus continues to put out these amazing flowers.
Here are the barrels shrouded behind Juniors resurrected family.
This is what is left of my hydrangea:
It took 6 months of steady decline for the plant to reach this minimalist /completely dead stage.
Giant timber bamboo always looks very tropical after rain,
if only my garden shed was an all-teak construction…
Imagine this structure with
some Alphonse Karr bamboo planted around the foundation.
My soft leaf yucca,
is producing pups as fast as I can plant them.
This is its second asparagus-looking flower spike of the year.
Seen any of these colorful velvet moths lurking in your salvias?
This is a southern pink moth,
and this is its larva:
Photograph by Donald R Riley
I have read that these polka dotted chaps can demolish a stand of salvia but I never have had this problem myself.
Now, back to the Patch with you,
you have Autumn chores to do if you want to get that professional metal detector.
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