1. ➞ this ain't livin': In the Garden: Let's Do This Thing

    Speaking of things that are yellowish orange, this plant is so cheery that just looking at it makes me want to smile. Until I touch it and its thorny little leaves poke me. And then I frown.

  2. ➞ this ain't livin': In the Garden: Two Years!

    Volunteer violets

    These little cutie-pies are volunteering all over the garden, and I really don’t have a problem with that. I’ve been encouraging them where I can in the hopes that they’ll keep spreading.

  3. ➞ this ain't livin': In the Garden: Heat, Heat, Heat

    My volunteer poppies came back with abundance. I feel rather guilty for having to keep clearing them from the beds, but it’s their own darn fault for not choosing a better growing spot.

    California poppies

  4. ➞ this ain't livin': In the Garden: Summer Blooms

    California Buckeye

    A small corner of the buckeye tree, which I really need to prune. As usual, I don’t have the heart. Currently, it looks like a giant umbrella drooping onto the lawn. I’m kind of okay with that.

  5. ➞ this ain't livin': In the Garden: Flowers!

    A single yellow daffodil

    Daffodils. This was the first of the year, but there will be more. Already, bright yellow patches are starting to appear by the sides of the road as they peek up from underground. Every year, I resolve to plant more daffodils, and I always space it. This year, there will be more daffodils in the fall. There must be.

  6. ➞ this ain't livin': In the Garden: Oh, Winter
    So, this winter is bananas, ya’ll. Talk about significant changes in climate patterns, most of December and January were extremely cold and dry. Which is actually kind of a problem, because we need snowpack to supply water needs later in the year, and of course skiers are up in arms about the significant lack of skiing substrate. They’re forced to engage in mundane activities like rock climbing, which is just tragic.

    So things in the garden got cold. But some exciting stuff happened,because I have a non-native garden and that means some things bloom when any native plant worth its salt is in hiding. 

  7. ➞ this ain't livin': In the Garden: What A Difference A Little Rain Makes

    The boronia almost made it without being touched by deer, but one morning I came out to find them trampled. Not eaten. Just trampled. Like the deer were expressing contempt for the inedibility. Fortunately, they appear to be on track to recover, although they are looking a little woeful right now.

    Boronia, trampled by deer

  8. ➞ this ain't livin': In the Garden: Last Blooms

    I’ve been in this house a year today, which is rather exciting. It feels like I haven’t made much progress in the garden but when I look back over older images I can definitely see the changes, and it’s been a good learning year. I have a better idea of how light falls and when and where, what is likely to be decimated by local wildlife and what is not, and I have schemes for spring, particularly for the front flowerbed, which is a bit of a hodgepodge, and not in an artful way.

  9. ➞ this ain't livin': In the Garden: Things That Are Not Deer Resistant

    And…well, I could go on, but suffice it to say that I am taking notes on what the deer tend to gravitate toward and what they mostly leave alone. For example, all the Australian natives I’ve planted are doing just fine, which just goes to show you: Don’t fuck with Australians. Mate.

  10. ➞ this ain't livin': In the Garden: Eating My Way Through the Vegetables, Continued Patio Adventures

    Ears of Corn on the stalk

    Your eyes do not deceive you! The corn is, in fact, developing ears, and the tallest stalks are to my shoulders. This is less of an accomplishment than it sounds when you know how tall I am. There were just enough foggy days in August that I was doubting the corn’s ability to get it together, and was quite impressed when ears appeared. We shall see if they actually develop, or if they give up the ghost before they get there.