May 19th, 2012

jester, shamanic jester, Jester Me

Gazing at another 'native plant' area of the yard

Maples shade a weedy, mini-woods!

While the temperature soars and humidity climbs, my colleague the Tortoise Cat and I work and bask in this shady front yard, where I cleared garlic mustard the contractors' herbicide failed to kill, because the owners here want this tasty, medicinal plant eradicated. These elders usually sleep past noon, but when they rise I'll fix breakfast -- oatmeal, every day, even on the hottest, muggiest days.

Though this gig has lasted far longer than we expected, the Tortoise Cat, usually outgoing, has remained aloof from these folks. But their yards full of yummy plants, scurrying critters and winged harassing birds she likes lots, I know.