OK, I’ll admit it’s a little early to look for spring, but when you live in a subtropical climate such as Southeast Texas, you can’t help but get hit with it by early January. So far, we’ve had only a couple of icy mornings, and I’m beginning to suspect that’s the worst of it this winter.
Hand to God, I heard a lawnmower and her sister gas edger blading their way through mounds of this stuff over past weekend. It’s probably only a respite, since a couple of more frosty days are surely on the way, but what a pleasant preview today!
Looked a while for a four-leaf clover in here.
It’s taken over my yard but hasn’t yet yielded me one.
Jasmine and paving stones – such a pretty combination.
The stuff is glossy, hale and hearty — also hardy. I should have those attributes.
Now I see why birds get thirsty.
A mini-birdbath sparkles a quaint welcome. They can’t help but drop in to sit a spell.
Creeping fig is the relationship that won’t die. At first, she’s beautiful, but she becomes clingy.
She overtakes your house, wrapping herself tightly around everything you own
with sticky little sucker-like capillaries. Still, she makes a house feel like home.
It is useless to resist her. Just agree to cohabitate, and she’ll oblige to pruning.
Holly smooths the transition of the seasons.
I wanted to appreciate the sight of the bright seasonal berries while they’re plentiful.
My cedar in the sun after a heavy rainshower today.
Brought her home as a 14-inch seedling from the heart of East Texas about 15 years ago.
She’s now at least 20 feet tall.
I love her.
They call it a weed, but I like it anyway — maybe because I’m a bit of a weed myself.
Plus, green’s my color.
Call me an anti-suburbanite,
but I love the variety of spontaneous sprouting and budding in my yard
before the high-maintenance fescue comes to the rescue.