Sleep deprivation has been making the world look distorted the past few days. With roses, rain does the same thing: 'Cressida' is ragged and sagging from Sunday's rainfall:
'Julia Child' looks as though it's been carved out of cold butter:
Souvenir de la Malmaison is looking particularly OGR-ish, frail and pale and dewed:
Clematis 'The President' is awake. For Clematis here, rain is the prince's kiss. It looks better than it ever has: three feet (1 M) tall, with at least a half dozen buds. After years of being a few inches tall, three feet is impressive. 'The President' is a massive Clematis in places other than this bit of Eden.
I should be napping instead of gardening, but at least the Winter Project is moving forward. The slope is almost cleared:
The lower area is mulched and awaiting the 'Reed' avocado I ordered. It will go where the bucket sits, and provide summer Avocados.
Our 'Fuerte' provides winter Avocados; lovely, but there are no fresh homegrown tomatoes to accompany 'Fuerte'. Lonely without tomatoes:
The cleared Project area provided a fresh view of the Agonis tree, under planted with Hippeastrum bulbs from Christmas a decade back. This was originally two bulbs:
The problem with a beautifully cleared-out area is that suddenly you have all kinds of ideas for it--a dozen new roses would fit! It is difficult to hold on to reason and stick to plan. A good thing I ordered that 'Reed' without delay. Back upstairs, 'Oshio Bene' is half-leafed out,
and reflected in the rainwater tub, somewhat distorted.
A nap, and the puppies and day look better.