Okay perhaps the wind is not so much shaking the barley as it is shaking these
inland sea oats, (I have no barley after all). These swaying sea oats really give the
sense that fall is only just around the corner, even though I know we
traditionally have our hottest month to still endure. I can but imagine.
Still, watching these seeds dance in the wind makes me feel
that there is light at the end of a particularly parched Texas summer tunnel.


Even this This ‘skimmer’ Dragon, Common Whitetail (Plathemis lydia),
(only the second I have ever seen in my garden), seems to be adorning a fine fall suit, with brass buttons.
I caught this one sunning itself in my mexican bush sage.


I took these with the flash on, which really seems to bring out the iridescence on the wings,
although the true wing coloration is lost. (Without flash, right image).


“Honey, I’ve shrunk the Agave americana variegata”!


Today I decided to do some thinning. The above image was a mighty
fine example of a containered Agave americana variegata.
Over the years this plant has shrunk, partly due to neglect
and more certainly to self suffocation.
Too many pups, not enough container!
Like a good parent this plant has sacrificed itself for the development
and well-being of it’s offspring. The plant was in decline.


Here it is before I thinned it out, and here it is in a much calmer
state afterward, ready to climb once again, to new,
uncluttered agave heights.

The best thing about an agave container thinning?

Is the pups…any long term readers will know I have a hard time not planting all of them.
Oh, and I will make room for these, come Hell or high water,
the latter of which is as unlikely… as a really unlikely thing
here in central Texas.
Have you seen the current conditions of the Pedernales river, err I mean trickle?
This is one of the only plants that I would even consider planting at this brutal time of year.


“El Niño”  “El Niño”  “El Niño”  “El Niño”  “El Niño”

But until the water gods return..


The chores for Miss Ingalls will continue!


This Jurassic anole was intensely eyeing the sprinkler hose and it’s watery emissions.


The rogue culm is now officially out of control.
It dosn’t seem to know which way to go!
After an alarming diversion to the right,
it is now straightening up and heading
skyward once again.


I cracked open a mountain laurel seed pod today,
and found the seeds had turned red…it was time.


“Let the poisonous necklace
stringing commence”.

After an excursion to to a local bead store for some hardware,
then onto home depot to buy an extremely small drill-bit,
the ESP was ready to do some amateur stringing,
with a strong emphasis on amateur.


My tools were not the fine tuned implements of a jewelry maker,
oh no, not by any means. They resembled exactly what I already
had strewn about my garden shed…a large drill and a vice. The
tiny drill-bit only just fitted into the damaged jaws of my old drill,
but, by chance, I had lucked out.
The size of the drill was exactly the diameter of the leather band
I had bought to string the beads on…It would seem, from the outside,
that I knew what I was doing.


I stamped on the firstseed-pod, extracted the beans and placed
one into the small vice. The drill screamed into action and the first
hole was in place. This whole process was so exciting for my little
helper who had initiated the whole activity.

“Are the beans ready yet?” (Repeat 26 times, without a breath).
Beading is something she loves to do and she is very adept at it
after countless jewelry projects over at her Grandma’s house.
I drilled, and with nimble fingers she strung and picked the seed-pods.


Things were taking shape. Small iridescent beads were used as spacers in-between the seeds…


and the ESP witches looked on intently.


Mountain Laurel Bean Necklaces, also known as Burn Beans
and Mescal Beans, come from the tree

Sophora secundiflora.
Early botanists who named it were honoring the Sophia,
Gnostic goddess of truth and wisdom. Supposedly the very
toxic seeds were brewed into a hallucinogenic, vision seeking
concoction by the Apaches, but nobody really knows what the
recipe was, how lethal it may have been, or if this is why
botanists named the plant for Sophia.
Native Americans strung these beans into necklaces.


One thing is for sure, these little red m&m’s are extremely dangerous,
even one can be fatal if ingested.


I kept a very close eye on my
youngest hobbit during this process,
and made sure every “bean” ahem,
was accounted for.

And the finished product…

Her suggestion was to tie it in the middle!

Moving forth…

Can you guess where this forest of spines is from?
The ridged unicorn spines look like amber.


Barrel cactus are heavily armed, in some species, one or more central spines are curved like a fishhook, accounting for the common name Fishhook Barrel Cactus. Small yellow flowers appear around the crown of this plant only after many years…I can’t wait.
Native Americans used to boil the young flowers in water to eat like cabbage. They also used the cactus as a cooking pot by cutting off the top, rather like a pumpkin. The pulp was scooped out then hot stones and food placed in the center, quite effective, and a lot cheaper than a Williams Sonoma pan!


Many people mistakenly believe that the common
sight of a tipped over barrel cactus is due to the
cactus falling over from water weight. Actually,
barrel cacti fall over because they grow towards
the sun, just like any other plant. Unlike other plants,
however, the barrel cactus usually grows towards
the south (to prevent sunburn), hence the
name “compass cactus.”


The spines on the plant were also
used in native indian tattooing techniques.

Finally a couple of insects…

Leaf-footed Bugs are so named for the expanded, flag-like process on the third pair of legs. Leaf-footed bugs habitually stink if attacked or disturbed. This one was photographed at arms length on my Spruce Cone Cholla, or aptly named Pine Cone Cactus,
Tephrocactus articulatus.
Thank you for this addition Helen and David…I love it, and it has grown
at least a couple of inches since you have left!

(My fingers are crossed that it will make it through the winter).


Night-time butterfly on a horsetail reed.

Stay Tuned For:
“Orga and Mecca


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I had to post this after my “all things topiary” rant.
Keep pruning guys, only another twenty-five eggs to go!
I am such a topiary cynic.

"Staring through Windows"


“M m must have water”!


The frosting on this window, at least viewed through
squinted eyes with a healthy imagination, offers the
fragile illusion that if you ventured outside, you would

a) survive and
b) be met with an icy blast of inclement weather.

Not to me though, I know exactly what life is like “OUT THERE”
and I refuse to go there anymore. The heat is only barely
tolerable inside the long-leaf pine log cabin,
that we call our house, and that is with the AC cranking
at full velocity!

Windows are for watching, little areas of transparency to
look through and let your mind wander, a place to day-dream
of frosty mornings, and not think about our umpteenth day
of hundred degree heat.


The vultures are circling around the ESP.


I often push an eye (if the glass isn’t too hot) against this little magnifying glass.
It is like peering through a badly prescribed monocle.
I cannot really see what is going on in the garden through this spy-glass
but it does look like you are witnessing the world
through the mechanical eye of a Darlek!


That alone keeps me coming back for another peek.
(I have given up ever seeing rain through it after all).

My garden may look sort of green through the looking glass,
but a closer inspection, and a life threatening venture
outside reveals…


the stark condition of my side bed.
This strip of land had a foot of mulch on it at the
start of the year to regulate the soil temperature.
Sure!


For squawking out loud, even the Grackles are gasping out for air.
This dark lord always lies in waiting for me to fill up the birdbaths
that evaporate in approximately 6.5 minutes, the birds have to be fast.
The squirrels are so desperate right now that they
practically jump on my back,
canteens at the ready.


“Hey cut it out ESP…not funny”


I will try to make this the last time I will moan
about the heat, at least for this year.
I am beginning to bore my feather spitting self!

I am off to cool off in my redneck pool! Well perhaps one more little moan…
I had my fist pool leak / duct-tape incident this last week.
Well, It just wouldn’t be summer unless I was having a
heat related, near-death experience hunting for a tiny tear
in the plastic fabric of a rather large and
cumbersome object. I always seem to be
involved in these types of futile activities every
year during the hottest part of a Texas afternoon!

Remember this relaxing activity I performed about this time last year?
I was almost devoured alive, even before the heat-stroke got me.

http://east-side-patch.livejournal.com/11450.html

De ja vous.


Looking out of the back window.

The large post oak really helps to regulate the temperatures for at least half
of my property, and it does help to slow evaporation in my pond down.


These cast iron plants, or Iron Plant, Barroom Plant,
Aspidistra elatior
do not look like they have such a tough demeanor
at the moment, post oak or no post oak shade protection.

These plants have a bit of a reputation around town:

But right now they are looking considerably more…

I have seen patches of this hard-case dropping all
around my neighborhood, completely erased to a
grilled heap of crispy bacon on the ground.


Aspidistra is Greek, meaning “small round shield”,
(The name actually describes the stigma of the plant).



Looking out of the front window.
All these drought show-offs (a lot of rosemary) have
fared really well, with the minimum of water
through these troubled times.


Naturally it is still too cold for my opuntia!
I continue to keep hacking away at the base of this monster, to
get more of a vertical “tree-like” growth habit.
I still have a long way to go before I get to the
size and form of the specimen Germi found:

http://thegerminatrix.com/?p=306

This succulent is faring the temperatures so well,

it is even developing pups…
Bryophyllum daigremontianum.
(Mother of Thousands) “Alligator”
I thought it worthy of a few more shots, just for it’s valor, in the face of hardship.


“Aye that it does, was it’s valor
against the English by any chance?”

Don’t start William.


Little lines of small molars are painfully waiting to fall out of it’s gum-line,
ready to grow their own roots.


This plant originates from southwestern Madagascar, and it is prolific!
The mother of thousands is considered viviparous. This means it
grows plantlets along the leaf’s edges. When each plantlet can survive
on its own, it then falls off the main leaf to grow.


Look at how much “Bill and Ben, the holey rock
men”
have grown!
It looks like they may have adopted some new children of their own.

This canna lily is still looking as hot as the weather in my front bed.


It has got huge this year due to the trickle water-feed I have
been administering to a bog cyprus I transplanted earlier
in the year. It looked like the cyprus was going to survive
its upheaval, then I made the fatal mistake of moving the
“dripping” to the stock tank that contains my golden bamboo.
Within two days the poor thing looked like this, once again!


The light brown areas are where the new growth used to be.
I have the drip feed back on it…but I am not holding my breath.

Moving On…

The highly toxic seeds in these mountain laurel seed pods
are almost ready to be cracked open and strung into fine,
albeit deadly, necklaces and bracelets.
I have it on the highest authority that the ESP witches have
condoned this activity, and want to offer “suggestions” as to
the specific individuals that should receive one for Christmas.
I am a little concerned.


What crazy gnarled hands and fingers these seed pods have.


I never cease to be amazed at the speed of growth from the culms on this Giant Timber
Bamboo. The monster culm, right, has for some reason developed an urge to head right…
who is going to argue!
On its current trajectory, it is expected to miss my neighbors roof by about three feet.
I cannot believe that it is already approaching six feet in height.


A couple more culms from the same clump, these are aiming
toward my house!


The relatively new succulent and cactus “middle bed” continues to thrive,
it is filling in quite nicely with only a few major casualties. Here it is in the
dappled shade of the post oak, late afternoon.


And ooohh for the cooling power of green!


An indoor grasshopper disrupted a couple nights of TV and had
us all ducking for cover on our lazy-boys. It was so fast you could
not see it.
I was just happy that it was a grasshopper!


Baby anoles are all over the place right now. This one was tiny.

Finally…
I recently found a whole buch of these:


Okay I exaggerate, but they do look like impact craters nonetheless,
and there were lots of them.
As I got in close with my phone to take the picture,
I thought about that really bad movie “Tremors.”


There was movement when I approached, in the very bottom
of one of the craters.

Brrrr (left knee twitch).
What is going on here?
Is this the work of some type of crater ant?
Spiders perhaps?
Anyone?

And I know it is not the Clangers!

Stay Tuned For:


The Wind That Shakes the Barley


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