I began this post sure that I remembered a haiku to the effect that a one-foot waterfall, though small, gave a pleasing sound and cooled the night air. I even think I used it here some time ago, with a picture of a one-foot waterfall. But I can't find it (I haven't been consistent with tags) and Mr. Google just throws up his hands and shows me pictures of Hawaiian waterfalls.
What I'm getting at though, is the realization that my minuscule garden in pots is giving me a lot of pleasure -- along with some lettuce and tomatoes, as well as various herbs that contribute to fine morning scrambled eggs.
I have also several pots with artichokes -- which I will soon put in the ground because, if they live, they get rather large. I mainly plant them hoping they will bloom -- the big purple thistle is a gorgeous sight.
Eggplant destined for a pasta sauce soon . . .
In the greenhouse, the resident fig is covered with green fruit.
Beneath it --Chinese Pink Celery -- the gift of a friend who had extras. I never heard of pink celery and couldn't resist.
A few radishes -- I had to do some thinning . . .
Bell peppers are growing in pots on the steps.
Like all the plants in pots, in the current heat they must be watered twice a day.
That's okay. In the cool of the morning and evening is the perfect time to enjoy my tiny garden. And the sound and sight of the showering water is almost like a one-foot waterfall.
