I recently went to my sister's place to spend some time with the newest addition to the family--my cute little nephew. Took some photos of my sister's garden. She loves gardening and she has several fruit trees. Her backyard bounty usually consists of assorted vegetables and herbs of the season. But for the time being, gardening has taken a back seat. There's a lot of weeding to be done. It is now that weeds proliferate with a vengeance, ready to defy the action of any gardening tool!
The lemon tree grows so tall that she lets a pumpkin plant merrily climb its heights!
A small cucumber patch, the plants trail on dead branches staked to the ground.
The corn patch. It's the sweet-smelling colourful variety.
Swiss cheese clambers up an ancient bottle-brush tree near the entrance.
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau