After climbing the stairs the other day, I discovered this. Don had clearly been up to something.
Meet Letitia. Cowgirl.
I bought two of these Stetsons many years ago when I was working in Dallas. We have them hanging on the wall in the bedroom. They’re pretty neat. I sometimes wear mine when I’m working outdoors. Stetsons remind me of my grandfather. He wore one when I was a kid (he really was a Canadian cowboy.) He had horses on his property in those days. A Stetson, a bolo tie, a softly worn shirt – that’s my Pa, as we called him. Don’s family originally hails from Texas and Oklahoma. He recently inherited some of his dad’s bolo ties. So our Stetsons are a tribute to our roots.
I’ve let Letitia wear the hat for the time being. It gives her a kind of pioneer girl look, don’t you think?
After successfully overwintering the impatiens, I’m happy to say they have made the move to their original home, the porch. A couple of the plants recently bloomed.
Frankly, I’m still amazed that they managed to hang on this winter. Bravo, little pots!
And big pots!
How nice it is to see this view: hostas, sedum, coneflowers, porch….and wait, what do I see near the foundation?
Squeal of delight! Morning Glories. These little babies self-seeded. I also found some seedlings in the raised bed near the kitchen. I never expected that – especially in this gardening zone. I couldn’t be more delighted. I am going to train these guys up and around the porch railing. I haven’t planted the seeds yet for this year’s crop that will live in the chicken wire fence garden. Later this week. We’re going to be crazy with morning glories this year.
Isn’t it wonderful when something self-seeds in an unexpected place? My coneflowers have done that in the past. They did it again this year.
Today is a rainy day. I have a miniature project to work on. Don has some music to write. And my garden will keep growing. That takes a lot of energy.