The rose bush is blooming and I'm getting a second flush of carnations and columbines (though I'm not sure if that's supposed to happen, but no one's also told me otherwise...). My parsley's also decided that it wants to be a biannual (despite of the fact that I PULLED IT UP MONTHS AGO --which begs the question: what's it growing from right now?), possibly a perennial. I'm thinking that maybe I should name it, because it's a lone parsley that's surviving by itself from the side of a laundry detergent bucket. One has to admire its tenuous existence.
I've now had this yard for going on three years, and the watering has washed away most of the soil, exposing (because I'm not going to put in new plants until rain season comes again)lots and lots of rocks. I think one of the previous owners (must be before the tarp thing happened) may have had a rock garden / border here, because I came across many pieces of white, sparkly quartz. Yesterday I finally got fed up with the rocks and took a large bucket to the yard to collect them. There were a lot. I wonder, if I don't collect them, ever, if my backyard would come to resemble the rocky shores of Bodega Bay, where BIRDS was filmed. Since we don't have an ocean in our backyard, I can only conclude that it'll have the gloominess of the place, without the actual scenery.
It's just as well that I went rock-collecting.
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