Feather grasses in their prime.
Majestic little grasses that dance on a whisper of a breeze…
…of course for most of the year they suffer from bad-hair days and debilitating dreadlocks, but for the few weeks they are in their prime, they are so worth it.
Not looking so good back then!
There is something much much worse than bad hair days that can afflict this grass.
Oh yes,
we have all witnessed it…
…too much shade,
(+ a massed / commercial planting…naturally).
I see it all the time, usually at stop-lights as I am thinking about something really nice. My eyes will unconsciously wander as I am thinking about getting a morning:
perhaps even a slice of lemon cake?
My premature emerging grin immediately mutates into a
as the shady scene registers.
Brown matted feather grasses laying flat to the ground.
Did I already say they were flat to the ground…and matted, and brown?
The people who plant these grasses in these understory conditions must be suffering from some form of…
Damianita?
Chrysactinia mexicana
Oh yes they are completely chrysactinia!
This drought-tolerant, evergreen shrub packs a ton of amber punch combined with great aromatic and very green foliage.
I pair it in the Patch with purple heart for striking color contrast, it is one of my favorites.
My post oak has a canopy of fresh green leaves.
It has never looked so good.
I cleared out the cast-iron plants that were smothering the flare of the trunk about 6 months ago and the tree has responded in kind,
perfect for shading our annual botanical gurning competition.
This year’s trophy and cash prize went to this Jerusalem sage flower head.
Moving Along …
We tracked this black swallowtail caterpillar
Papilio polyxenes
from a tiny speck on some fennel to the full-grown and very animated and grumpy looking toxic beast seen here.
A gentle prod reveals the osmeterium, a forked glad that secretes a foul smell.
Checkered Whites have been appearing in the Patch this week, their eyes blend right in with the artemisia.
More whites courtesy of a soft leaf yucca,
this one has two flower stalks.
The flowers had a bunch of ladybugs on them.
This one was obviously performing some ancient Maori dance.
Staying with the natives,
The treacherous bridge over this holey rock is used by the little folk as a major trade route saving a two-day excursion around the perimeter of the rock.
It is rumored that hideous subterranean creatures live in the dark depths of the cavern.
You just had to go down there…didn’t you ladies!
Talking of horror…
Stay Tuned for:
“A Very Big Mistake”
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